Allow me to deceive,
Your senses.
Drag your eyes,
To my private zone.
And why not?
And why have you
Murdered my black
Birds?

I heard you are
Perfect.

But we're in a queue of fools,
Trying to melt,
Desire into disdain.

My possessions of
Smoke and breaths,
Were wasted;
On your way to heaven.
Why has he stolen my
Perceptions of
Deranged days?

I'd like to
Pump your blood
Into the veins
Of my favorite song.

And,
I'd like to run after
Your impossible
Words.

And, I'd like it
If you'd ****
The rest of
My nights.

Allow me to remember;
Your guilt.

It's built the remnants,
Of my soul.

Behind quadruple shadows of
fear.

drain the thoughts of a curious future.

in between centuries, lives afloat.
in between lives, blood spelt grief.

disdain in the mother's breath.
fragile owls weep and wail.

Behind triple shadows of fear,
my dear.

That cursed elixir of love.
Rot in oblivion, little boy.

Behind double shadows of fear,
steer clear.

Clash and crash,
encounters, brash.
Come and go,
stay here, then
bask in my cage of
desolation and
frail ghosts, will befriend
your heart.
Of glass.

Behind a single shade of fear,
sneer.

Let's create a bliss of psychosis,
in hollow's mist.

Your sanity is
underneath my pain.
That old wretched voice,
you claim your own.

Dance inside my
flesh. If you may.
Inside your wrinkles,
in your skin,
I'll swim.

Behind an empty space,
still there is fear.

Still there is fear.

Have you ever fallen in love
with the rainbow,
that survived the black hurricane?

I've lived inside the lightning;
waiting for you.

Years. And, I'm beat down.
Butterflies; withered on my back -
and burned away.

I'll wait for you, still.
Maybe inside the inverted cocoon,
deserted within a crowd.
Of flames.

I've fallen in love,
with a god;
who was in love with a Rainbow.

But, maybe he died;
in the long farewell.
Not even in my faint dreams;
I never seem him walking,
with this holy cane;
you spoke of.

Come back; I said.
There's a rainbow here; waiting on your breaths.

This mist of darkness,
And that fog of yours.

My complaining silhouette,
I've left to wither.

Yesterday we had an argument,
Of cold tendencies.
By the hum of –
A washing machine,
Bleaching our guilt.

I've mentioned my
Fascination, admiration.
Selfish nature.

You've pleased a dozen
Devils. My subtle angel.

I thought I dreamt
Of trailing grey snow.
A crime scene;
Bogus tears running around. With cops of steel.

But it was only,
Your ever invisible face.

These treads of death, trends of aerial creatures.
'Twas a drama queen miscalculated affair.
She thought to herself, she wouldn't make it
To her planet.
Her eyes twitched. Her smile frowned.
She ditched her stilettos inside a hole
Floating on her bourbon, not drunk,
She hadn't seen the sun.
'Twas an alien Joan of Arc impersonating
a gymnast trying to drown
within purple clouds.

These lives of velvet, made so sweet.
I'm 'bout to pull out my rotten teeth,
And feed the devil, underneath me.

His skin so white
It glowed beyond your regular -
Transparent ice blue.
It made her shiver
Beyond his coat,
Faux-fur – smelt of blood,
So disgustingly dark.



He was my devil, made from snow – so pure.
He melted at my feet,
I hadn't shed a tear.
My white devil's inside me.
He found his way.
He is wrapped around my  Intestines
So hard.  He's left his cigarette
                         butts,
                    on my liver.
                But it didn't hurt,
                     To burn
           Like they said it would.

      

I loved my devil, made from snow.
These brown angels, stealing his lines.
These brown angels, how could they.
These brown angels, sold their wings.
For three ugly wigs.
He told me once, beaming in the dark
With several fish lying around dying: "Angels
Will never be         brown."

I've run on this treadmill;
a heavy load
of love
and
   sweat on my shoulders.



I'm falling,

but I can't seem to hurt
myself.


In the face!

I've been dragging,
this foot. Around.
for a while.
and some.

A pain - throbbing vain.
Right here.
A microsecond of hope.
A sip of this diamond

studded.
jar.

she has said all the words.
those beautiful
ones.
the trail of her gown.
stuck --
between his jaws.

she has spoken.
your words.
those wholesome
ones.
the secret in her smile
caught --
within his fists.

I've travelled on this bicycle;
nights and miles.
rags.
dust and bags.


This heart of yours,
I've found last week.
stabbed.
******.
and somehow tamed,
out of its blood.

I've asked, what'd happened -
you can't fix
that old shoelace --
anymore.

We stand in this liquid
spot.
Foam covers your hair.
And you say; it was worth
the trouble.

I go to sleep.
Hope to put this
distance to end.

I stand in this vanishing
air.
Thinking I have a shot.
At your game,
of fast lives in slow deaths.

And they say; the divine fate
will save us.

I'm smothered in your
5 square feet of goodness.

And I'm drained,
out of those -
regularly striking thoughts.

You said you are
cold.
You blamed
that white,
wandering cloud.
Full of heavy,
shades.

You go walking;
in your festival
of no one.

And I'm just standing
here -
waiting on those -
usually surprising words.