With a glass vial of crystal liquid
This I bequeathed to you my darling son.
I hope you  drink of it when my life's done.

A flower is a flower, this holds true.
I don't really understand the big deal.
I mean ****, even that thing will die too.

Despite the color, be it green or blue,
There's only so much that a person can feel.
I think flowers are a waste of space, do you?

True the birds sing, and your flowers do bloom.
But does the widow care about your rose?
What about the killer? Or long lost groom?

Go ahead, sing to it; ignore your doom.
Hell, this life is so plastic; strike a pose.
But don't forget, a dead man has no room.

Maybe it's true, you're so petty; petite.
They call him a dork, a nerd, and a geek.
That he managed to live was quite a feat.

Run from the flower, think you did not meet.
Go to your future, it's the truth you seek.
Not now, don't you dare pretend to be meek.
You are one of millions, to them I greet.

The sun is set, and the souls are now dun.
The penultimate passion has elapsed;
the ultimate is enjoyed by no one.
The concept of this not even I grasp.

The adoration breeds restoration?
The universal hate will now be gone?
The final train all but left the station.
The gamemaker destroyed all of his pawns.

The scripture I write I cannot deny
The life that I lead, now it's time to die.

**** she was as the thing had begun.
Even Lucifer cringed at her name.
Red's the color and feeling's the same.
**** me oh dear god she just kills fun.

But I think that word was just too kind.
Under that skin only spiders crawl
Though I'm sure she really doesn't mind.

  I don't even know, nor do I care.  

Love is honest her truthful life brings
Out a side of me that god shall praise
 Violent vigor oh angels sing
Even this too;  your calm waves don't fade

  You're only a sweetheart darling sweet
Only you can remove all this rain.
Under this mask I feel only pain

Oh dear butterfly's molten twilight husk.
You sit in the lobby with I til we
Reach the end of time, daylight becomes dusk.
This is something even the fool would see.

Oh sweet moonfilled vision of naught...perhaps.
I know nothing more of the guise you wear.
Not even time shall succumb to this lapse
Of what allows pleasure, my soul is bare

Oh how can we allow this potential?
It breaks us apart, and that's essential.

Up on the hillside the lone tot recants
The vow made in lust to the one who's free.
For love is not real when all's blood and plants.
A reality this boy can now see.

He looks to the left to the horizon,
a confederacy of dunces say
or so his tools claim, a false liaison.
Nothing is true without the light of day.

So the toy soldier was one with the wind.
This heart that he holds his spirit rescinds.

So here it was that the dust filled visage
of a lover's long life long forgotten.
Yet oddly, it gives my soul a massage,
and the time returns to when I was ten.

This horrendous, dust entrenched funeral
screams to me, as all I see has been bleached.
Father, why must our lives be so carnal?
Father, why is this love so out of reach?

The sun shall succumb to it's slow descent.
Just as you did, this glass filled world shall die.
Sometimes, when I can't fathom what it  meant;
Despite myself I cannot help but cry.

Oh sweet heaven found above this locked door.
I hold your memory forever more.

Preach to the *****
as he looks at you.
Sing to him no shame.

Look down upon Pip,
not towards poor Joe.
Treat him just the same.

Satire made for her
assisted him too.
For they shared a name.

But bitter boys dip
in water their toes
shouting for sweet fame.

Solemnly holler
unto Hell's hot hues.
Lucifer, he came.

He wept powered woes
until the sky rips.
Hellfire's ashen stew,
to this I defer.

Let the seventh sorrow reach into

isolated dint; glower, I’m home.

zealots pleasure striking their coup.

Salivating over lustful tomes

all while the hypocrite’s contrition

levels all but a single man’s glare,

interacting with love’s first partition.

Mmm…or maybe; I don’t really care.



I don’t know, nor do I feel the sun.

Lo and behold I spy your visage

onward into my lovely dreams.

Violently these feelings aren’t yet done.

Energy released until I scream

Yet the soul contracts massage.

***** your female mantis drains

Until we look and find the rain.