Written in a psych ward
on my previous attempt and the letter
I breathe twilight sighs and fireflies
They sing mutters like the other side
My wonders like the flutter by ideas of "whats a plummet like?"
I can covet lies
Until I deify the thoughts and wants I can't define
Parchment work in time will be inlaid upon my silver flesh when the spectrum spills across my skin
I remain the shrive for my own sin
My sole intent as weather blends
And by then I'm found asunder in anothers funeral disguise I may have plundered
To sink the punctures
When they syncopate my screaming skull
It leaves a blunder
With leaps and thunders
An EKG of color floods my vision
The sunlight fissures
All the limbs dismembered
It seems I've run from myself to bleed and winter
I plead a center off its rails its my contender
I'm mooneyed with the starry spectres
Brandishing my breath
It's a vanishing effect oh so contrejour a violent scene of death
When the violets sing in depth I'm quiet at behest if it means that I can see again
Through irises that bloom in a vibrant stolid gloom
Celebrate the priest and cleanse the soul
Beneath the burning moon
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.