Secured in the music an averse sympathetic note creating poetry. A soft emotion so violently felt it bled the eyes to strain the fingers. Such an aversly complicated flow, tears slowly stained the soul, saturating the heart in warmth, wrapping the withered body in a comforting blanket of forgotten harmonies singing some mystic hymn of a Lost belief, before the massacres before the greed of Christianity. A belief in natures songs, love. Ignorance erected churches, greed. Knowledge was born in the the silence of the mountains, enlightenment from within without excessiveness. Flesh and bone, forced through the eyes of vulnerability we measure success within the confusion of wealth. The innocence of feeble eyes absorb the contradiction plaquing our eggshelled minds throwing our soul into a tortured world of confusion, questioning question with questions

i want to be so sweet
that every tooth in your mouth cavitates
and hangs from your gums
from a thin-threaded vein.
i want to be so sweet
that the sugar in your blood
spoils and rots your organs
clotting your vessels
and plaquing your bones.
i want to be so sweet that
all the touch and taste you endure in this world
infects every inch of your mind
with the thought of me.
when the thick honeyed glaze
coats your mouth,
and the candied composition fills your lungs;
like a disease i won’t leave,
even when you grow sick and try to throw up
your sweet heart.