Admire secretly from afar
That beautiful girl
Behold the face of a dying star
You never tried so you ran so far
You couldn't stop your anxious shaking
Go home alone and quietly pace
Back and forth wild eyes agape
Her charm, the enchantment
You could not escape
For a chance in tomorrow you're ****** to wait..

You looked too close, you made the mistake
You saw how smooth her bones were shaped
Now you cannot seem to look away!
You saw the light twinkling off her face
Now a dreadful feeling of pain awaits
Her hues of silver drift around the bend
Her sultry song will never end
You search the empty lacuna over again
Though knowing the gold you'll never win
So grasp gently at curdled sins!
Let the cold seep through your skin
And remember her symmetry
As you're reaching out to empty wind

**** all of you
With a ladle or a spoon
Die! All of you
You **** filled ugly *****!
Wretched stomas leak their filth
Spilled upon the page
Plastic clichéd phrases
Recited spins me in a rage!
Just shut the **** up all of you
Drown or go to hell
Just shut the **** up all of you
Please, drown or go to hell

Ornaments of olive eyes
Wading sleepy through starry skies
A silver window of heavens light
Sing me to sleep this winter night
Azalea, lay your flowers in the snow
As I lay, the wind shivers aching bones
Waiting calm for lower tides
I etched a poem in the stone
Rusty sheets, broken boards
Broken folds we call our homes
Azalea, the prettiest face
As I wait, for the dead to come back home

The last doll on the wall timorous
The last sound in the hall rings separate
The first twinkling in the night glamorous
The first tiptoes through to death arrives
While wading easefully through sleepy skies
Forceful apprehensions are pushing
The detridus rubble mocking all soft cushions
A damaging entanglement of precious threads
Finding yourself where the sidewalk ends
The purifying fog replaced by gloomy smoke
Inhaled once then died the starved dog.

Alone the black sheep caries his thorns,
Through thick thickets thin skin is torn,
The hooded king garbed in golden rings,
Wears his hood to hide his horns,
The quick snip of sharpened scissors,
No more sheep are to be born,
One quick flick of the match,
Candle burning furiously,
One cloud of smoke vapor swirling in the air turbulent,
One moment and misty spark fades into empty space,
Wind blows through new time is here you are quickly replaced,
Left now but empty sketches on an ancient pad,
You are too quickly erased

Golden trees light up the day
A winding path leading the way
Glorious hues of porcelain and blue
The peaceful presence of you so new
Wind bells chyme and I love their sound
Being laid sweetly upon crumpled ground