My world

My world is black and white
And my moon bleeds endless night
Pages fall about my head
And every street is lined with the dead
Upon these pages is scratches and scripture
Cartoon faces and broken literature
And in my world my perfect mess
Is all of this and nothing less.

Lives wonder here and there
Mindless then and heartless now
Souls drip everywhere.

Photos spill on the walls
The faces vacant
And I pace these halls.

Raven birds tell a tale of love
Perched on street lights
With the vultures above.

The bats come in night and in day
They squeal through your curtains
And just love to play.

The music blares a violent hum
Guitar strings of veins
That plays with tragedy to be sung.

Precious dolls with black hair sing
To butterflies
Without a wing

And in this world we bleed a kiss
With razor fangs
And love like this.

Puddles always lace the ground
And everything is lost
Nothing is ever found

I dwell with creatures of the night
So I am not alone
Do not ask me to write
Without candle light

And dont ask me to run
Do not think me dead. I am most alive
In the place all others have fled.