Melodic syntricity
Break silenced walls
Ignite the worlds inherited
Smashing, Tumbling, Crashing
Weight beared upon my core
Heads risen high
Om of echoes many
Decimate shade of cloaks
Destin for sepulcher
Fear.
Has met.
No strength like this
Love of one
Love of many
Eyes wide bright
Breathe.
Poise.
Life.
Together.
No journey too malice
Afflicted or brutal
Could slaughter.
My angels
Our spiritual kin
In which
I name
My creator

Creaky door
Old cardboard
Young boy, Alone
Aerosol poisons
Catacomb blue
Dripping.
Dripping.
Dripping.
Nose close
I.n.h.a.l.e
More.
I.n.h.a.l.e
Aerosol elixir
E.x.h.a.l.e
Despair Gone
Creaky door

“Are you ok?”

I’M FINE.
-
-
For now.

Shades of wind
Ever so subtle
Warmth of the sol
Embrace the soul
Ever so gently
Like a newborn
Amidst his blanket
Ever so kind
Our sunset eyes
Drawn to rest
Ever so peacefully
Till awaken
By the lunar breeze
Ever so gracefully

Cassie May
Oh so colorful
And gay

Influenced at birth
Of tainted blood
And death

Hits of the second hand
Bulbs burnt of anger
So fierce

Eyes of beauty
Visions violets  
Upon ruptured grounds

Disorders of impending doom
Shoveled beneath insomnia
And psychosis

Pits of stench
And over ripened silhouettes
Consume the nights

Day exists.
Only to succumb to the night.  

Lower pains
Life trembles
Beneath the surface

Like padlocks and hollow doors.

Life swollen inside
The size and stench
Of a decomposed head

First bled three hundred nights before

Cassie May
Oh so colorless
And dismay

Covered in red
Nobody knew
Till the night it falls

Silenced at birth
The angel of death for two
Gave life to you

Cassie May
So gorgeous and pained
Lives in death

So colorful and gay.