Death bells
Through Open doors
With screaming flames
Of dark black thorns
pulsing shouts
And single notes
Grasping the pass
Of each other's throats
Telephones wires
With buzzing beats
The red hot sand
On empty streets
Crows feet
With rusted beaks
Who will be stopped
When next it speaks
Rising blood
In my own bed
Angry smiles
Inside my head
Sudden break
Of a cloudless night
alarm clocks ring
And crows take flight
Fly away
To nearby towns
These pointless lies
Won't make any sounds
And I can't speak
Without my heart
And not to you
Where could I start?
Definitely going through an excessive poetry stage