It is a violent love affair
I have with things
I cannot share
A ****** bout of grim despair,
A scar, a wound
That's always there
They cannot see the beauty
In the effigy ashes
I use to paint my world
It is an absecence of understanding
That they possess
A whispered scream,
a gentle stress
A breath is a dream
a gurgling
Blood quenched scheme
A quest,
It would seem
To uncover the meaning
In a thousand crumbling suns
Firing warped waves
Of possibility
Until you faint
From lack of ecstasy
You'll never know the truth
In my plea
Unless you take the time
To drown in my sea.