following me are the devil's thieves
they ask if i'm alright
but i can hardly see
through the purples
and the blights
and the blinding bright lights
and in my grief i can't help but scream
nearing the edge of a bottomless stream
though the waves are violent
this trench remains silent
i claw at the cliff i'm tumbling down
to no avail
i simply drown

i'm caught in an abyss
clawing my way out
clinging to hope
but hope's gone drought
sliding down deep
into bottomless despair
how surprised am i
to find you waiting there

One flight
Without dew
Warmed by the Sun,
It plugged the mouth
Stirred it smooth
Bubbling slowly,
It sputtered

I’ll still return to haunt the dreams
Of those I’ve loved and who’ve loved me
secretly wanting to rip at the seams
they’ll fall to grief and I guarantee
they’ll cry
and cry
and wonder why
it had to be like this
Wasn’t I only joking?
Couldn’t I just resist?

I hope that at least, they’ll reminisce
hazy days spent in the sun
laughter and bliss
the scent of ***
bad music
and even worse poetry

A glory to your name
Engraved in characters clear
The Sun itself imparts to your flame

The spider I see
Draws closer to me
It bares its fangs
I think about how I’d hang
From the tallest tree.