sharply crack and crumble
fall and shatter loud

shred the drape and curtain
tear away the shroud

grip this mind and squeeze
wring it with your claws

hold it with your teeth
crush it with your jaws

pump it with concoctions
shock it with delight

there's no door for madness
only carnival at night

we stole some moments once
we turned our blacks to grey

we shared a certain thing
but we never had to say

blink and the moments fly
we love a world apart

but we built these tiny memories
and they still paint my heart

thunder rumbles threatening
lightning flashes high

she screams and rips the clouds
we travel through the sky

wonder if it matters
the air we seem to crave

no longer as we fly
nothing left to save

if you hear a shadow
a chill and don’t know why

it’s the answer only silent
and only passing by

breathe now my darling
the sun is setting fast

the things that fill your heart
were never meant to last

so hold the moment softly
kiss things you knew before

touch my hand again
no air matters anymore

first it’s just a whisper
a scratching at your ear

then a quiet rumble
traveller drawing near

something asks for you
if you wouldn’t mind

things you’ve spent are due
we’re trying to be kind

nothing is so lonely
lick the icy shiver

now you understand
there’s nothing in
the mirror

throat you rip is mine
princess of the day

ever gushing viper
stabbing things astray

walk the black you pave
with your shining lies

you will ride the post
impaled and harbor flies

did it all for daddy
found the perfect one

watch you priss in fire
see your glowing fun

hair that grips so nicely
blouse with designer tag

will have to use my foot
to stuff you in this bag

fields are dry now.
air coarse with
echoes of husks
scratching in
a breeze of fire.

peeling crackle
mocks love that
for a time created
lushness.
the bursting
laughter of the earth
scorched to ****
and bone.

rhythmic creak of
wood underneath
was a simple thing.
the sky was pink
and then his eyes
saw nothing.

a desert without sand
lonely they must be

twisted burning crust of
the thing they used to be

seething tongues of blood
squeaks that cut like briars

tortured by themselves
our gnashing little liars

it’s only love they need
a bucket want of fill

caress them with
a rusted blade

head thumping
down the hill