Summer air and drenched leaves
The sharpness of the spines teeth
The wind gliding through my soul
This simple life, such truth it holds
Enclosed in the light that shines through
Is the ties to the past prugh’s

Emptiness in the eyes of the viewer
He now lack’s the creativity of the grauer
The withering spine of the leaves
Are now wounds of the deceased
As the red infects the roots
He sits at the trunk thinking of the older tune
The song is no remembrance
The chords are a mere semblance

Her hands let go, her fingers careened away
He believed she might stay
For little time was the due
Maybe he hoped too much from the douwe
The dove fluttering by
Coots his eyes to be lies

To be god's fool
The one he sent out to ramble of helpless needs
And bite his omen in exchange for blissful deeds
I will promise what you say holds truth
Unless you say, I love you
For when I say your name
The red string is only my proclaim

Let this world be greedy
Oh god, make us bleed
Make the artist the muse
So even they can feel the love
Maybe the poet can hear his words
So he can read his melody
We are too starved to express
So much the world feels less
With this abyss of art
The world can seem so large

Do I say these needs to be my own?
Or do I ponder what was once shown?
Where the starving woman dances
With the wind she can only see
Like the wind has immortalized her spine
Dashing and jumping in dime
The colors she deems so colorful
Even though her love is not pliable

Why do you not see the beauty of the world
Is thou not human, not born?
Even a worm will turn
When the rose is not returned
I will die from this heartbreak, and this curiosity
This vessel in my chest,
will burst from the velocity
I will give and ponder my old addiction
And caprice what was once love

With my bones that she touched so deeply
I sacrifice and create
What would normally cremate
May this obsession eat me alive
And make my heart palpable
I doubt from all the smoke
That I may even be edible