Bloom from decay
Follow moss of black rain
Run towards shattered laughter
Pierce nightly noose as if to welcome him
Wait and stay patient
“Time will arrive soon enough
Though, only few understand”
The mystic in teardrop’s reflection whispers
She is a woman, creature, a not-yet-spirit
tallons reach to comfort
Iris torn, fragmented judgment
Those eyes melted off skin
They sunk towards the floor
Deep depths of pit, madness separated weeks
Fall, fall slow, invite the insanity
The lady with the crook smile and stolen wings

She plays violin on her wrists
Sinfully beautiful symphonies appear on her skin
Like paper sheets her blood will flow
With eyes determined on the price
She watches the last bit of her soul seep out of her wounds
A lonely sound escapes her lips
The last lonely sound she'll ever make
Now she's in a different place
And replaced the violin for clouds

Within my veins
A toxic craze
Itches and swells.
It paints
China white skin
Rose red,
Ardent with haste.

It takes the skies,
Fills it with diamonds
And in the nights,
Reduces the stars to
Nothing more than coal.

Mad hat men
Line the streets,
They blow blue kisses
That float my way
In rings of smoke.

And when I visit
The same dark holes
Of yesterday.
They’re filled with rabbits
White as chalk,
Scattering,
like dropped marbles.

After cold nights
When dawn drapes the sky
In new clothes,
Stray cats flood the pavement
In choirs
Ready to sing us into the new day,
All while I pretend
I'm not slipping down this rabbit hole.

So much fun,
Me and my gun,
Shooting till the sun goes down,
Shooting till none are left in this dear town.

When there is the madness
of love in my eyes,
then, the fairies of happiness
and sorrow unite and make love
inside me.

Then, you can see death's
nectar flooding in my eyes,
and life, enjoys this nectar,
for her beloved is melodious
in those moments.

Melody, is the word
that is closest to love...


© Manan sheel.