If I was to know
What would become of me now
I would leave no trace,
No utter of a vow
No sight of these eyes
Would be left in the world
But return untouched,
Pure, like a pearl

A weakness with tweaks
And the mind of a freak
I fear if she was loved
She'd turn the other cheek
So on Christ's behalf, I speak
I live vicariously
And will walk on cracked soil
As water hurts my feet

Have a go and breathe
Exist with ease
See the clouds don’t fight
They feel
They bleed

For every silence I take
My breath rattles the earth
You avoid my gaze
As if I’m midst casting a curse

You weren’t turned into stone
Yet my heart weighs heavy
So I’ll lay down and sink
Into the dragons cold underbelly

See the crimson petals
Dance to the floor

Selfish in nature
Thus labelled a *****,


A pardoned disguise
I pity yet adore her

Her blossom tongue protected
The sweet scent of ammonia

If this is how I lose you
Do it quickly, please
I cannot bear the soft silence
Let me ache in peace

If this is how I lose you
Be cruel and unkind
For any pity that you show
Adds years to my demise

If this is how I lose you
I must say goodbye
To you and to the part of me
That loved for the first time

If this is how I lose you
My anger will come
As soon as the fire of grief
Has frozen me numb.

Imperative movements aid the predator's success
It is a Race of Arms
Just as Gods own intent,

Eventually, I'll leave this world in peace I concur
And I will lay in snakeskin
Whilst adorned with fur.

We were fooled by an extrovert's own impropriety
You may call it a lost cause
I call it society.

…

You may call it fantasy
Yet I shamed it with piety

Is she a fool?
To leave it all behind and be at peace on her own?
But will it be tranquil or will it be hell?
Tell me what to do I'm confused,
Unwell
But am I sick because of love?
Or the thought of it's smell

My tongue fails me in painting you the love that spills out of my heart
So take solace in my eyes and from their gaze never depart

Drained but replaced, with pity and Lore
Red eyes roll back
Cerise to the core,
Cherry Lips tickled,
A flavorsome bunch
But
Lost to the man in the tomb with a hunch
The eyes of a fox and tail in a bunch
And the anaemic souls he'd stole
for his lunch

“My children,” he said “Be aware of devilry,

                    For as Mankind is held in esteem,

Refrain from catching the ***** tendency

               Or you will become an ill mans dream.”

How can your soul
roam across this world

while it holds no care?

Drinks jam out of its jars
And sleeps in a bus shelter

Behind the toothless grin

and the dreams of the Boulevard

If she left it aflame,
Would he stick by?

                                                   or sigh,
                                                       as he is tossed, cast away to the
                                                            side

With just the scent of her hair,
Memory of her eyes
          
                          
                                                      With a backhand embrace
                                                             confronted with lies