My train of thought has just derailed
Into my heart something impaled...
Their quick cheap laughs deserve no spade
Their shallow graves of lowest grade...
Moisten the mud and unearth the crystals
Shiny, jagged yet old and fake...
Looking around this sullen room,
where the people like statues...
Shield me with all twisted moments,
lets drink blood from the silver chalices...
Tattoo
One day a cop at a murder scene...
What I thought was mine,
Was just a dream...
Feeling sick,
Short of breath...
Autumn leaves
Abandon their holds...
Always around, but never quite there.
I opened my ears, but never could hear...
Death and burning flames...
It's funny how everyone's scared of hell...
A wanderer
is split from society...