But dust on the feet that hang over us
Shells, of the regrettful past we know
The only thing we know is true
Batered, ******,
Beaten
No one dare show compassion
for lack of life and harvest
They feel their end

Lavander sweet, butterfly breezes
Love in the dusty yellow sunshine
Mason jars filled to the brim with liquid amber and honey
Fragrant daffodils, flourishing tall as trees
And
Darling panseys and daisys
Who dance like suthern bells
Bees take flight and the nights are filled with wonderlust
and longing
Starlight grazing the slightest lullaby
As is grows like thunder
And threatens to tear the unconciousness from your eyes

Lonely souls of the same kind
      Comiserate

All the humid nights in summer, the ones that keep you up at night. Crickets chirping, fan whirring, heat rolling off my skin, as I close my eyes and listen. The end of my insomnia, creating comfort in my suffering soul. The tall glass of sickly sweet southern ice tea is all the twinkling stars above my head and the chinking of glasses of celebration. All the red in my veins and when my heart pumps it whispers his name like a well kept secret, but everybody knows. Salvation like an arrow to the heart, so much pain but so much saved.

I'm as cold as death
The black night seeping into my bones
Obsidian under my skin
Crystals grow and dig in deep
Poison
I'm as cold as death
I am just dead

The sweet untouchable devils
Laugh like queens of ice
Wicked words on their tongue
God holds no truth in Their Night
A girl howls absently
Gone with the love she breathed
Into Their Night's air
Gone

Cold blood stirs in a barren heart
The soul long dead
And the heart flown away
Leaving an empty withering shell behind
Cracked ribs creak and break with the wheezing of breath
Cob webs and leaves litter the mind
Making thought slow and insignificant
One day the heart may come back
And enter it's withered cage
But the scars will show
And naught will be the same again