Quiet in the air
yet
the noise speaks of the world

ending.

It's bitter to
fall,

bittersweet to fall
again.

if there are too many
people
in the world,

I'll get lonely.

It's strange, but
my head feels off
today.

If I touch it,
it will try to float away.

So I'm standing by this car,
and I don't know where you are.

And my mind will fly away,
but on the ground my heart will stay.

Frozen roses on the floor,
ginger hair and stolen lore.
Said he didn't mind to stay,
but when it rained, he ran away.

The heavens,
running
from our grasp.
The dripping,
heaving,
wailing lake above,
that bends our eyes
inside-out.
She who paints our skin,
red lips,
decay,
she is stained.
Her ichor
drains
from her fingers, her *******, her hair.
we touched her,
touched
the untouchable.
And now she's
silent,
rotten eggs in her
nose.
Stained,
*****,
dead.

Lure me
with your dance.
sketch out my demise
with your
lovely
eyes.

head in a black hole,
expand my mind so you can
destroy it.