Caught a glimpse out the corner of my eye
The waking up of that poison in me
He seeps into my skin, a monster
To ask me about my day
And did I escape?
The shape of
This poem

Can
You
Befriend
Your
Ghosts
That
Made
Fear
Less
Worth

Unmoved, tell me if somehow
The fingers crossed in shape of Jesus Christ
When you moved, at least a distance

Farther than a human freak, screaming
For relief or an ****** in hell,

Farther than a plastic bag thrown
In the sea, searching for your friend
Made of the same monomer like you and me

Farther than a murderer's lullaby
Soothing the death to it's ****** knees
When he was caught between skyscrapers
And reality, he threw his arms
To reach for that forbidden fruit

Farther than sleeping and sleep
Dreaming a dread in the aftermath of
Paralysis, unmoved and farther

Fear the world,
Sitting in a room
of a thousand screams
Yet nothing turned
At best, you could get love
******* in trenches
Yet we make no sound
To turn that howling wolf
Buried next to us

"I'll take care, I promise
and call you when I get home"

Stuck on reverb,
A special octave
Almost the time
When I waited
For hours,
For response.
The depth of my
Feelings are crushed
Down more than it's worth
Stuck on reverb,
A special person

Imagine love that never ends
The fingers, brushed to the end
Of strength stranger than our ragged
Breath

The night we had in November
Extended indefinitely, infinitely
In all directions, Hold that creme of
****** lips

That pull we feel, when we lay
On the world, allowing my fever
And to not wake me lower than
Alone

Imagine love that never dies

It was an accident
He was reckless and young
Almost as tall as his mother
Almost as loved, But now
Jesus Christ can't save him
He was caught red
Packing her body and his sin
With a Tiara he made using lilies
She was beautiful