once you look into her eyes
your heart turns to stone

in the land of spiders, I think I was an insect
hiding from the vampires, underneath every crevice
finding heart breakers, who are crying from regret
getting drunk on love, paying shots with respect
slitting my throat so I can finally breathe
smothered from my lovers watching me bleed

poetry is more than a language or something to read
so I will teach a blind man how to speak

poetry doesn't distract me from reality
it lets me paint a picture for so many to see
if they object, reject, or accept this company
they will not be alone
as long as they come to know

this actuality
this art
this moment

is kept and spent
helping you accept this beauty