Spit out a kilowatt
light up
or shut up
and
stay in the dark

I am a part of the movement
that challenges
incessant torment.

Nothing as quiet as the dead when
the dead of the night is unsettling.

Every petal you pull and tell me it's a love
is a petal that dies in your hands

fatally injured
I bleed into your arms
where you hold what is
left of once magical charms
do you see them now?
the low down as I go down is
there's only one life
you live or you lose it,
but do no confuse it
with living.