Let us join hands
and signal the deity
with prayer, with bonfire
omnipresent being
the forever seerer
sadly, dispite all else
even with all our efforts
the universe still doesn't care we're here.

When our eyes open for the first time
there is a reason we do not speak
no words to express
nor feelings explain
more of difference
but more of the same
yet the only truth
that is known by waking
this world that I see
I accept
I feel
will soon become the death of me.

There is so much
want in me
sometimes it's scary.

It becomes---
a hole I cannot fill.

Giving birth to
a whole other person
that I can not please.

Bound up in anxiety
then left outside myself
to freeze.

Huddled together
the night doesn't hurt anymore
there's no chill
and no ghosts still hovering
just above our lips.

Blanketed under the night sky
we find the warmth of each other
and we ignore all else
even the intrusive barking
far off in the distance.

There's only us now
in the smallest of worlds
creators of finite moment
that hold only important things
and the most gravity.

When the darkness came
it claimed him;
embraced,
then it named him.
"Seed of mine",
it said.
"The light, left you here instead
and now,
that you are warped
like me;
all these verses
and letters remain in red."

Forever Vows:

I promise,
that I will keep loving you

until---
I hate you once again.

Your skin,
is the color of a rusty gate
your teeth,
collapse like the colliseusm
your arms,
flap gracefully like an albatross
and your eyes,
remain a mausoleum.

(EVIDENCE: Prior to her arrest, this romantic Valentine's Day card was found next to the bullet riddled body of Mrs. Hubbert's husband)