and in the shadows, cloaked in observance death still solid perched the audacious shadow. gingerly tiptoed dainty delicate cat stealth, creeping e'er closer.
gentle as the morning dew
curled atop the muscled rhythm
one beat, two beat, a tango within the veins. and nine lives of fur void black and satin soft stooped to whisper in my ear.
in vein i lie there still
I don't know what I’ve done wrong. these days in vein searching every detail how wide the fine tooth comb
muddled mishaps scream while indecisions beg lulling false pretensions into hysteria
and every attempted scream merely issues forth sycophantic gushes of glee. a lying smile. this sweet façade. beyond the back door the girl is dying cold in the warm summer sun
in this crowd I am alone
this boy he smiles and holds me gently. and carefully he wraps me within tight ropes and my naïveté shines softly as i docile lie.
crucified in silence, not a whisper. and how carefully the unwrapping. the ropes serve again hoisted some sick carnival ride, afraid I’m the late addition
sweet silhouette upon the hill. a golden ticket lost, and i have watched all along to beg the question
can martyrs be void within?
smile. the jackal found it disconcerting when instead of laughter ink issued forth. far cry to the blackness of beyond lying in wait just within.
Twist fire, how bright burn empty stars.
I suffocate in this fluorescent machine.
This amalgamation of violent peace.
Ravaged and secure I sit sidelined.
Placid and dormant,
A sycophantic observer of my homicide.
Lethargically dreaming, this void overflows;
Corrupting and wicked.
Burrow deeper; morbid curiosity creeps.
Rotting carcass licking life, expulsion from flesh.
Apathetic watcher of my own evisceration.
I huddle, clinging to this
Grand mastication of the soul.
This all consuming horde.
These devils with white wings, saviors of damnation.
