as much as you want
you can call it beautiful
call it magical
call it mystical
and bask in
the glory of it's light
the light of it's glory

glow underneath it's hollow mouth
dripping silver onto your skin
let it burn through your flesh
to that sick ghost of a soul
and let it wash away
the blood from all of the
versions of yourself you tried
to ****

and let it light up
those empty glass eyes
like someone took
too many shots from them
and got dizzy
but you're the one
whose head is spinning

and hold on to the hope
that one day you'll be
pure enough to perch upon
that holy mountain
the shining angel
and call it your home

when you know you deserve
the pull of gravity as it
holds your brittle bones
down in the earth
like it's trying to punish you

when you feel it
in the back of your skull
every time someone steps on your grave

but tell yourself that it'll be worth it
if you can feel the cold hand of majesty
reach out and touch you
when the sun crawls
beneath the blanket of the ocean
each night