Written with my tongue
A composer with shadows of life
Cracking rain grasps and sweeps
A eclipse for the lonely skin
Bones curled,smeared with your grave
Weaving  on the wings of harmony

Horrendous pain echoing, and yearning for fate  
Stretched and strained, swaying for relief  
Ruptured, faithless, and impure  
Poison infatuates death
Hurt and betrayal lifelong
As a Rusted spine drums beneath the hands of fortitude    
Poetic threads sewing the gardens of distress  
Terrorizing eyes of self doubt
Somber inside the soul of shame
Corners of worship with stars for fingers
Pockets of hallucinations
Trembled languages mistaken
As the fire collapses the faith
Tremendous pain crying for reason

Behold a sacred blanket of roots
Poetry of the night with the frost of life
Beneath a withering earth
A symphony of purple vile cries
Petals of a goddess
Shadows that smear my dreams
Worshiping the sound of music as it rusts
The language of a delirious death
Perfume of the night
Vines made of rock that swallow me

Porcelain prisoner
Ravage the secrets of the morning
Sail linger and bleed

Tangled grass dangles with desire
Embracing the clarity that is mine
As my nightdress is arousing the wind
Spilling the clouds making love
Gentle hips fevered with a kiss
Fleshy skin circles untie the truth
A sacred river that gives peace
Ancient fertile seeds blossoming the spirit
The limbs of life survive

A careful disappearance
Vulnerable with exposure
A transparent life , shattered and wrong
Drifting and writing thoughts
Releasing doubts , shouting the uncertainties  out

Warped begging in agony
Convulsions of a depleted  past
A black out , with lights swirling in my mind
Can't escape this lifeline
The emptiness is binding
Etched scars  that restore the wounds
Your heart is a trap
Where scorched memories lie