the moon turned her back on the world
she plunged us all into darkness
and the clouds began to bleed
and their blood rained down
and soaked into the dying city
and the city-
it moved
it changed
the city,
fed by the blood of the clouds
began to breathe
began to scream-
began to tingle,
buzz,
burn.
as the clouds breathed their dying breaths,
the flames of the city licked the sky,
and when the clouds bled out,
the city burned out.

i will start a bonfire
and throw in all that i've been
all that i've ever touched
with my fingertips
or with my heart,
all my clothes
and nights with no dreams
all the stars i've watched thinking of you
the moon and the rainbows too
all the beds i've made love in
all the songs i find you in
the poems i  wrote
my tears and smiles
all my soul
my eyes,
this skin you'll never touch
the way i want you to,
all my seasons
and all the years i'll have to live without you.
i'll make a bonfire
and i will throw in all i've got
all the trees
and everything surrounding me
a great bonfire, indeed
designed to put me on desolation row
for eternity.
i'll throw in all that hurts the most
except for my love for you
and a picture with your name on it
that i keep
for rainy days like these.

I can clearly see the anger in your eyes,
hear it loudly in your voice,
taste it strongly in your bitterness,
feel it immensely in your actions,
sense it definitely in your disposition,
and I don't even know you,

now that’s power