i can take starstorms from my lips
oh, watch them conquer!

an epidemic,
an infectious disease

they spread like the leaves
that gleam silver-green

like ideas.............

(this explosion will be
another nagasaki)

i can take starstorms from my lips
and they spread like the lies they are

we are ready for the rule
but never for the fall

your words slip down my throat like flat coke
sweet, cloying, leached of emotion
i do not know when you grew old
but i know that now you're just
unsatisfying

that the sky is finite -

that empires
should fall -

that despite our
dreams, lives
words
we, too,
cannot stay

maybe one of these lifetimes
we can die happy

there are skulls and ghosts
and an aura of death

and the king, he walks still
along the rooftops and gallows
until helios chases him dead.

and ophelia, she went gasping
beneath the weight of her thoughts,
finding air only in death.

and hamlet, he screamed his lungs out
before taking his mother's legacy
and drowning in her blood.

and if you think for too long,
you'll learn the real poison is...