Breaks from solitude pollute my mind
Nothing I am is irreplaceable
Complacency is irredeemable
I’ll humor my imagination
Daydream as I please to find meaning in passion and the passionless
But never will I compromise
Never will I trust

My vision flushed in a sea of endless gray
A flame flickering
It battles decay
Like a corpse
Still & calm
Night, never day

Vases of wine
Cellularly monotone grace
Hughes of red and gold
rotting away
Lavender fields where I rest my bones
But my vision stays flushed in a sea of endless
gray

Voices echo within crowds that I stay
Ensnared in love, their smiles mock me today
Amongst all this passion I rejoice where I lay
Untouched by threats present in love lenders’ pay
Sunken and complete beneath a sea of endless gray
My vision forever flushed in a
sea of endless gray

Why do you taste like sweetened soil
How does it hurt
Why does it please me
Why do you wring my wretched soul
I come undone
I come undone
Know not what to do
As I taste wretched soil
You stave off decay
Heart pummeling brain
How do you sleep
Not nuzzled between
My pruned & wretched soul
and my arms wide for you
Choices made for higher thought
Now grit my chest anew
I did right by me
I did right by morality and you
So why does it haunt my head
Why do I wring my wretched soul
Why do you taste like sweetened soil
Why do I long, why do I long

Choking on words of a cancerous gut
a Valentine not meant for my yearning  
Grasp for fingers not finding my own
Bitterness, unyielding
Toiling
Mulling
Your breath, nourishing concrete bread
Hum to me through matted dirt and browning grass
Sing and ease my dying winds
Laughter, scorching sunshine
Wire webs of my own indecision
I’ve tried my best to not find nausea in your smiles, and salt in your words
Face me away  
And hum once more

Movement, so illogical
Second to his nature
Second to none
Iris crosshairs plant
Blending like a chameleon
Nails bleed callused palms
The hunt he treats as a bride

Cunning like a snipe
Hands as gentle as satin lace
Teeth locked as if pikes
Chiseled, pearled, void of grace
ashen soot he breathes
Tail so cocked
It’s immaculate
This creature of drowning freight
Nails bleed callused palms
Stomping anticipation
Black billowing lungs so cold
The hunt he treats as a bride

This Saturn spawn
Something of an old One
It flickers, taking wicked flight
To a sickening feast
Not mammalian
Not human
Escapes all corporeality
Beauty, so nauseating
He’s immaculate
This creature of drowning freight
Nails bleed callused palms
Stomping anticipation
Black billowing lungs so cold
The hunt he treats as a bride

Still faced & well mannered
Carried so humbly
menacing outlier
Rancid typically

Don’t go away
I’ve got something to say
Don’t go away
I’ve got nothing to say

Festering inside
far too long overdue
A magicians hat
riddled with gruesome clues
Who can attest to what, how, and when
How am I to know what rebuilds or breaks a man

Don’t go away
You’re not worth the chase
Don’t go, don’t stay
Either way’s a mistake

Padded walls thump inside a skull
Sedative, a home
so empty, so full
Eyes fixed still
Thoughts that never part lips
Overwhelming
internalized
worthlessness

Taken away
Never again see my face
Walking, astray
Not breaking pace

Primrose, ***** poppy, amaryllis ferrari red
Burgundy velvet-lined eternal bed
Lounging where no sound can caress my face
Freedom, untethered, not leaving a trace

From within chattering walls
A silent evil’s enthralled
Howling heard without ears
Nails grind through plaster halls
A beast begins to maul
On to all fours it swiftly falls

Chanting hyms of black
An alter’s filled & stacked
Offerings of wine & knit lilac
Piercing eyes so blue
Thick matted fur in view
This thing so hellish breathes anew

Robes turn to bow & kneel
It snarls & digs its heel
strides of elegancy, its snout so tightly peeled
It gestures with a blur
For this binding of the cursed
“You’ve done well my children, now set upon the herd”