Laying my heart on your breast
Planting my warm lips on your teeth
Hands locked around your soul
Your legs and fingers dance to different directions
Gripping Orpheus’ collar
To be the shadow of the forest
The fog of woe
You will share your lips before you share your tongue
Release me
Save me from tugging the anchor
Or blooming the flower
Save the butterfly from travelling before its learnt to live as the chrysalis

I am all but a speck of dust in human history
A thought on my lovers mind in the land of time
My body will decompose before the elders
The final symphony to the key of silence
Fractured memories create caricatures
Barely a whimper to the syllables of mine
Pristine deserts
Untouched shores
A figment of twisted imagination
Feathers crashing to the atmosphere
Spitballs to the Tiger Shark
Forget my face
Forget my voice
However, do not forget my words

Parted wrists
Seas of dry red
Swimming in languid
Eyes lost all memories
Yet never have been clearer
Steel to flesh
Life to and ending
Heaven speaks to me through Hell’s longing gaze
Tonight I have never wanted anything more
I feel the gates, I see the door
Born in murky waters to leave the same
Flowing out my heart
My last thought never again
I will see you
My friend

He loves to watch the burlesque girls
I was lost in the ghost infested trenches
My boots soaked in souls
Draped in flesh
What was your worst nightmare?
How does french wine taste in the valleys?
Is it bitter as the well of sorrow?
My love deep in my pocket
You are deep in your creators
The spoon I feed from
The hand who feeds you
You can attempt to wear my clothes
Imitate my hollow mind
But you shall never fill my shoes

The one is nothing but fantasy
A figment of hope so arduous to grasp
Perfect silhouettes from sky rise windows
Shadows perfect every curve 
A million lives are born inside those perfect eyes
A million die when I walk right on
Slow dancing on the hardwood floor
Every creak silenced by the old vinyl player
Pictures painted by Nina and Miles fail to send me to the places your smile does
But I feel you fading as the rain falls sooner
A dream for all but a second for me felt like a life full
The one is a fantasy
Not one penned by Shelley or Neruda, but Dostoyevsky and Kafka

I know why the clown paints his smile on
I know why the jester is the saddest one in the room
I know why the man with the biggest mouth has the smallest feed
We give out what we plead for
Its easier to face plastic eyes than pull the wool from ones own
Its easier to craft a happy face than make one
I will be the comedian in the war room
The comic relief of last rites
The caked face to the atom bomb
The brainless noises to the thoughtful songs
Paint me black and blue if you must do
I am your canvas of execution
Anything to please
A welcome mat of destruction
The shoes don’t fit
Still I will honour them
Put on a happy face
You know you have to
I know why the clown paints his smile on
I know
I know
Sweet symphonies to blind ears
Delicate pictures to deaf eyes

Sakura lines my feet
The stairs to hell never looked more charismatic
Sweet blood drips onto sacred life
Blossomed to accept my last breath
The skies dread to weep
Soil breathes in my absence
What comes from death is more beautiful than any sculptor could create with hands bare as the mind occupied
Crafted by the hands of gods but left hollow like dolls on stone shelves
Cherry picked favourites like prized possessions
Do not fear
I will leave the way I arrived
Without heart, thought or mind
Sakura for my casket
Leave the rest to burn