Of death
the barber
the barber
talked to me

cutting my
life with
sleep to trim
my hair—

It’s just
a moment
he said, we die
every night—

And of
the newest
ways to grow
hair on

bald death—
I told him
of the quartz
lamp

and of old men
with third
sets of teeth
to the cue

of an old man
who said
at the door—
Sunshine today!

for which
death shaves
him twice
a week

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?

God Only knows
what I'd do without my rose
The light of my day
With her I'll stay

I love her
the stars are above her
I don't know what I did before
but this girl I adore

I know I'm getting redundant
but fate has provided me a new subject
to write about think about,
worry about and pray about

I know she's going through her trials and I hate when she gets sad
I told her I'll be her crying shoulder
because she's the best thing I've ever had
I love that I can call her my own
I'm giddy like a flower who's seed has been sown

They say love makes us do crazy things
but God Only knows what to us life will bring

Mixing metal shrapnel
With my ******* powder.
Reality; lost its handle.
Death; surrender Your power.

Listening to them
Is **** at gunpoint.
I only follow him,
The rest burns in my joint.

Pigs squeal for your green,
Or to join them in their stye.
Surrender to greed?
I'd rather die.

Ill swollow the hollowpoint
Rather than society's pill.
Burn the faces of the coined,
Resist the demons on the bill.

Fight with me.
Bleed with me.

Die with me.

Victory is ours,
No matter the outcome.
Monsters by the hour,
This is what we've become.

March Forth.