dollars don't blush
around this time of night
rhymes don't work at twelve
midnight
science is all street
and biology and urges talk
the arithmetic is quaint and simple
twenty here for that
adds up to
another hit
I been taking notes
except in English
class

Totally terrified
Of ending up
Exactly
Like everybody
Else is

I do not fear Death and his impoverishing grip.

Against Time, bones rake a plot for my grave.
Moving towards this inevitable fate, with haste.

Night overtakes the day, leading me astray
Over you, and faraway, making my dusty heart race.
Tomorrows are becoming thinner, their threads slowly fraying
Here in my mind memories slither, burrowing deeper. Weighing.
Instilled in you I leave nothing, not a kiss nor a whisper
Neath your skull, I’ve buried an empty seed; all of me.
Growing like death in a short, harsh winter. For you to forget, all I’ve never meant.

-SLuR

Sometimes you open your eyes
And see nothing.
Sometimes you close your eyes
And it's all right there.

Sometimes my tarot cards all fold,
And my crystal ball fogs over.
Sometimes the runes don't read,
And the lines on your palms are just scars.

Sometimes the pendulum won't swing,
And the birds in the bottletree
Won't sing.

But the sky is violent red,
So maybe the sunlight
Will come again.

So lay your crystals
By the windowsill,
And light your candles
In your circle.

Wish and pray and wish and pray
But in the end
Fate is what you make it,
And no amount of darkness
Can black out my colors.