2.13.

I’m walking through a
Masterpiece
This lonely dirt road
Reminding me of
a old familiar place
In a time
before time
became a
long time ago

Where your
white bones
were carved
to become my own

In the stories of
past and present
constellations

Of how we all fall down
The Values of
the Dead Wildflowers
All fall down

Hush now
Listen to the
sound
Of petals decay
Let them fall down
Rotting away

Cold fingers lifting
away lullaby lingerie
Corporate corpses
refilling graves
Hush now
As you fall down

Singing
Ringing
Around

Again with the
death threat lies
Give me a breath
of life when I die
So I can break
free
So I can fall
down
Hush now
Gun to my head
Hush now
Don’t make a sound

Breaking free
I found your
broken body
I know you
I see you keep your
Demons close

I do too

The tale of stars
and their
troubled hearts
trailblazing down
together in
tangled sheets

In the arms
of God
falling asleep

As I try to fall
Adleep
I see the ultraviolet glow
Of the neon signs from out side side
Making this seem
A French noir

Black raindrops
Dyeing everything they touch
In a delicious shade of sadness
Even the roses
Dead
Black
Fading
Drawing life from everything they touch
Recollections of the days we have lost
They’ve all left us
Alone
Cold
We too shall drown
Drown in our raindrops and roses
That’s all we’re given
And it’s all we have
The clouds
Watching
As we stand
Bullet in hand
Will I become the rose
Or will you?