moon blood

fresh

straight out of the stove

a loaf of bread

for my poverty filled head

a rat on the tree

sick and dead

the crumbs touched her lips

o, symphony

i hear you alive

are you alive

tonight you are

my dead-sick ears hear you alive

the tree was cruel

a fragment of the devils misery

here

living in this tree

the loaf of bread served me

from the agonies

i ask her nothing

she gives back everything

maybe all along, this was the way of life

&

As I shut my windows,

I could feel the grieving poetry inside me,

Shaded in gold

And lemonade tears.

&

As I left each breath

I could feel the words rip apart

From my throat

And take a slice 

From my soul.

I could feel it itching to be stitched,

Stitched as pretty as a shadowed rainbow,

Lurking outside the shelter

Flushing into magic pots

And wizard's bones.

I water it,

Every breath,

Deepening roots & flourishing flowers,

Sprouting from my lungs,

Engulfing the grief

Into nature's bliss.

And I pen them down

Ink flowing through my veins

As I stare at the glowing trees & silent seas.

A silent cry

As the night bell swings

Shaking the primose

In my dreams,

Ninety seconds 

Prior midnight

As I feel my organs

 Pack right in.

You put your

 Finest shoes on,

And I shade 

My eyes in light.

Tonight as the bell rings

We're gonna nuke 

Each other up

And watch the

Earth fold in half.

Ripping my guts all of,

But O, with you

I would burn and die

And do it all 

A millionth time.

&

As they press the button,

Green light 

Emits life.

As it takes away mine 

to the ripper

That awaited 

with a supper.

Lay your head

 on my chest

And feel the bell 

stop in way.

Ninety seconds

He calls me his dark,

But dark with a moon.

He likes to hear me sing

Till his ears bleed apart.

He lives & cries for me,

As I die in his sunshade.

Lemonade circles shadowed,

My corpse filled in utter bellow.

Feed me belladonna,

Three or four of them

And light the fifth one

In his shade of life. 

Listen to the poison

Fill my organs

And kiss each corner,

Spitting the venom.

O, my man was utter blue,

His heart filled in none of love,

His strange weather swallowed me

And filled me in full of tragedy,

As I run rivers and hearth,

Blue sand painted in moon blood,

Tears sink

Diluting the blood

Into an endless stream.

Half the moon

Had his heart

At the noon

By the past.

The rest

Laid with me,

Along the stream.

It woke,

The golden flood took the clock,

Affixing golden threads

Along the stream,

Alluring the dead souls

Staple the red hearts

And wrench it apart.

Smile,

As it bleeds

from the crater.

Refill the wires

And punch more holes

And watch

As the sin filled blood

Seeps into my lungs.

Covered in heavy breath,

Patch some holes-

Not all,

And then as organs pass,

Punch it all again.

Green, blue, red and yellow,

All the colors

That bellow,

Carve it all

Till I suffice

And rip my heart