Oak and pine
Trailmix
Staff

Electric lights
Harsh sounds
Blue

Crystal gaze
Wax figurines
Limp with a twist

Metal and plastic
Compose a score
Mozart baking tragedy

Red begets the black
Summer fun

I left a note
Badly written
Couldn't read it myself
Guess I am wrong

You belong
To a husband
Who can love
Not the corpse

I see fit
To leave
Now
Perfect

Nothings right
Everyone is a rogue
Empty
Soulless and unkempt

Next city over
Should do
I can't see
But feel

My aching bones
Heart pounding
Attacks inducing a coma
Stroke after stroke

Suicide would be preferable
To this existence
Poor
Broke

I taste wine
Smell roses
Still, he draws near
William

I gave in
Touch and taste
Feel and rhythm
Musical accomplishment

Twisted my tongue
A hindered depth of divinity
God without spirit
Human all the same

I'm alone
Compute feelings
Issue believe

Program the subconscious
Command action and entry
Rinse, repeat

Qwerty is my name
Hurt the game
Spell love

Unwanted
Song
I hate

Can't eat
Sing
Plead for a ring

Better sounds
Vibrations
Earthquake

Please!