two million flowers
for one pound of honey
we give so many hours
to be slaves to the money

epitaph
eulogy
i write
your life
for all to see
in four short lines
what could have been
sterilised existence
bones picked clean

if only
there was anger
to focus
as my blade
i'd cut your hands and tongue off
to spare myself
the pain

i scream in your stead
i'll take it away
until the pain is bled
from you
the wound healed
and scarred red
i'll take it
to spare you
i'll bleed instead

duck and cover
drop and roll
stifle the
fire
that feeds the
soul
leave behind
hunger
in the echoing
hole
duck and cover
drop and roll
the flames are
smothered
just ash left
in the bowl

bleeding out
onto your floor
you tore
the wound
when you slammed
the door
i'm all empty
i don't feel
cold anymore
as i look
at my love
thicken to rot
with the rest
of the gore
weeping for
what used to be
so much
more