Reaching for the gib opening
Of deep-dug dirt
I lay,
With sleeping sickness wrapped around my ears
And white oak stains my hands
Till dawn,
I run;
Away in search
Of waking minds to release
The cracked shells of hope
Falling into deep desolate moans
Flighty love
That bury its self on shells of **** skin
Please find the pain in my light that
Roam your heart
And scatter the city,
Blood red sky
Drip cries upon
Our land
Grab the scars below my feet
And blisters on my shins
Before they fall under the cemented graves
Of brick ****** mornings
Reaching for you
The bitter less shells cracks with our knuckles
The steel walls are closing in
How I miss the comfort of my home
A weary morning our eyes meet
Upon casted light
I thought the curves of my spin fit gently
Between the knots of your brass knuckles
Don't look at me like a beamed drivel on a drooling Sunday
Not a line of soaring gloom or penultimate light
Paint dripping from under garnets home
Reflection on tyrants open cascade
Beauty not a mortifying sound
But distant memory
So daintily
As a striving romance
Have *******
Naked on bare raft
Sends flakes of fossil romance  
Prickles some type of silence under window blocks
And my raft light is forgotten
Pleading like a merciful sin
Bloomed where you're born
Blue moon hovers over
Ocean dust
Circling around pitiful rings
To throw in the barbecued fire
Silently vile mercurous sun
My body can't forget your name
I remind myself while lust gets the better of us  
Leaving what you run from;
I ran into