Requiescent;
bathed in orange light
and purple skies
The water is green and gold; hues of effervescence
Sullen volcanic ash rains down upon
gray-blue sand and red-stained glass
Goodbye, mother
Goodbye, brother
Goodbye sister-friend and housecat
I am going to sleep
I am going to sleep
in the garden we grew the year before last
You are all dead, We all are dying
blood roses and torn cartilage;
by any other, unsurpassed
Sleeping now, Sleeping now
Cast into clouds of misty memory
Requiescence

Fell gently, we young insurgents;
our profound shrieks unheard
Impoverished of our ambitions,
lacking of a better word
Ephemeral, Transient, Cursory
Gone
These creatures, vain;
divine, famine
So delicate, respawn
Lit tender is the woodland, sheltering
the kindes fawn
Abhorred in petrification;
devoiding the station of degradation,
bereaving in perpetual sedation
Luxuriating repose

I dare you I dare you
I kiss the frost
from iced shut lips
It's summer
a relief
I love how cold our love is

Hopping about the stage
with strings sticking out of my edges;
invisible, feeling, tangible, thin
No one believes that a puppet has a heart within
Wood glue may hold me together
and my smile is painted on
But you laugh nonetheless, peeking under my dress
while I dance to my puppet song
When the curtains close at the end of the show
and I'm locked in my box with bars
I cut the strings off
and at you all I scoff
because you can take my footsteps
but you can't take away the scars
Each opening act a little piece of me falls out
stuffing and splinters and my painted dolly pout
Everyone stops, no one believes
you take my barred box
but me, you leave
I may no longer have a face
I may no longer have a place
I may be fabric and glue
but I am free from your choking embrace

Hidden 'mongst a canopy of green;
her eyes were lush and bright
The faerie maiden was lithe and lean;
her wit shone light as light
Decay dared not to harm her tree
and life remained all right
This lady, fair
with moonlight hair;
danced swiftly through the night

I want to
grab you from behind
and hold a blade
close to your throat
I want to rip out
your spine
and use the splintered bone
to sew your mouth
shut
I want to stomp on your ribs
until they crack
like glow sticks
and make cake with your blood
It tastes sweeter than love

You
blinded me
and it was as though
every light in the world
went out