All that remains
of
the
three
innocent kids
are
a
mournful day on a Metal sheet.

After
nine
I
got caught crying
mother
went straight
for
the
vernacular
her
tongue is truly
spectacular.

The
suns rays
excite a day's toil
with ecstasy
her
petals slump
in
its
loyalty
twilight midnight
there's the morn
I lift my head
my
beautiful
flower
sun
t
o
r
n
.

The
sun and moon
don't
always
align.

It's alright
if
expressions
don't ring!
the
bells and chimes.

Spinning
coins falling
heads
and
chasing tails
still
prevail.

Dimes for lemonade
Bittersweet
rhyme
penny a drop
well!
ain't that a crime.

It's
alright
wait for it
there is always
a light at the end of time
?

She is
the water
immersing the shore
a
motion moving entities
into
the
shadows of the lore
sirens call on rising tides
men of flesh flock
in
waves
falling as they fly
dwelling
eternal
within her mystical whiles.

The
trees are gone
the
entrance is covered
by
synthetic lawn,
tech-savvy
codes
crisscrosses
the
dorm.
Should
the
eager beavers
remember a mother's scorn.

On the order of Hades
the
serpent
got
wrapped around
a
pole
sizzled
with
sage
barbequed and sprayed
the
Adams
family stayed
Fester ate the maid
and
Thing spanked Wednesday
with a *****.

Unfolding
the
creases
WE
rode the rapids
and
cascading waterfalls
it
takes way more
than
fifty shades of gray
it
lives in every single moment
taking the oath
and
walking the way
I
love her much
just as
I
have loved her more
every single day
that
glory pinnacles every fray
as
the
twilight
attempts
to
in-gelid
the
grey
.

I
wonder
what happened to our love
for
nature
was told new ships get old
now I look up
enterprising scallops
trepidation
us
you and me
immature encrustations
at
the
bottom of the sea.

Fly
blackbird
find the
sun
tumble back
angels are crying
tumble back
son
find the
Blackbird
fly

Your
tongue cut my cheeks

you're
bleeding out I cry blood

my
words slit your throat