Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

what remains...

charred piles of torn up memories

Exposed fragments bitter and lost.

Your Mortal fire burns

every piece, Deadly in its wake.

Is it ok?

Us, a tumor Malignant in nature, benign in fiction.

Your flourescent blue

engulfs until full

eating away all.

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Viperous, you lash

your tongue blackening my heart,

Fatal strikes one by one.

A blaze, your eyes bore into my sole,

Threatening to peel away the love.

It's snowing, particles drop to then end, smothering

my lungs arousing,

an Impending thought that we were not to be.

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust.

Glass eyes of marble

with a steady hand of insufficient motion

silenced throats from grained assassins.

Decaying affection rests like corpses

buried in the sand of their tomb.

Hollowed shells with placed authenticity

contorted into spider's legs.

A single rose blooms from an open

whisper of "I killed you"

Exposed nails on a chalkboard

writhing in Earth, Wind, and Fire

These elements touched by sinners 3.


Trapped voices in a cage

squealing "fly away, fly away"

All wings clipped, torn by thee.


Now heed the song I sing

for travelers starved, we seek

Branded with scars so deep.


A stretch bruised with keys

their legs ripped at the seam

Eyes fall ready to weep.


Lances project dreams abroad

Float in shapes, a triangle of sorts

One cut head, who speaks to me.

You are mine.

An object of possesion.

I am not yours.

Superior, with thrones on top of stools.

.

Constricting your movement.

I am a Boa, ready to strike

When in terror you flee like a mouse.

You are mine.

.

Clenched fists of frustration

I knew you were upset, steam leaking

from ear to ear, you slap.

pushed back I'm enraged at your wrists grabbed tight.

I am not yours.

.

Heated discussions

rise like plumes of ash

smothering your lungs, I creep

to your side.

You are mine.

.

In public you hide

they never knowing the shadows

that lurk from behind, I am there though,

holding on tight. I am not yours.

But darling, you are definitely mine.

Fire Hazard
A crime against humanity,
this life is pure and utter insanity,
waking up to restrictions of gravity.
I find myself committing to humility,
a step forward from brutality.
A ******* high trip of no pure quality.
Stop.
In honor of desperate assassinations,
Throw away any glimpse of foundation,
spiraling into a sess pool of hallucinations.
Cloudy minds smear wind shield wipers,
across grimy fixations.
Drop.
Clear all hesitations
of this imperfect reality
there’s no cure for the mental stability,
of human nature
that we so seldom take as a sign of fertility.
Wake up to noise that bleeds ears like
sewers so fatally.
Roll.
Ignorant mortals,
try not to sound so angry.