Thick and cold, sharp night;
Milky skin drips under a sky that turns
from ebony to scarlet as the bugs find their way into our blood.

Take me into your heart like a dagger; what I want to do is live in your pain until all I know
is what makes you cry into your pillows.

Bury me in your long and heavy shadows
until the pressure of your fear consumes me like I was never anything more than fluids for you.

I'll take these chains off and
break my bones to give you something to mix your paints with. Just whisper in my ears so I can finally sleep.

*Whisper me to sleep in this cold night,
wrap me in your heat.

Sick, mean little boy
Spitting her venomous words
I knew we were doomed

Dead eyes, painted skin.
Crush armies, write love sonnets.
Poet warrior.

Blue eyes and skinny.
Tattooed harbinger of love.
She doesn't see me.

June. Warm, breezy day.
Three O'Clock, all beauty ceased.
Now, only ennui.

Dead eyes, rotting bones
Skeletons hold no secrets
The river gives all

Moonlight, cool breezes.
She lives in another time.
Our love transcends space.

Crawling night, pale moon.
We bury him tomorrow.
Precious innocent.

Tedium, boredom.
Monotonous, but good cash.
Take this job,  shove it.

Deep night, vast shadow
Swallowing eternity
Tasting the nothing

Take it
all of it.
Take as much as you can
before its

Teasing the
hard night
with my
soft skin,
I come
alive under
the dead
moon.

If my eyes should betray,
pluck them from their holes.
and if my hands deny you,
cut them from my arms.
and when my feet turn away
from us
smash me at the knees
for I would rather be
blind and lame
than not be yours,
in your garden of grey blooms.