Thine embers are gone,
Or yet, cold and perhaps blue...

Beneath the dirt,
sleeping...

I pondered,
over dearest Abigail...

"And I look for the resurrection of the dead...
As the skies that are my skin...

Do you ever wonder
do you ever dream...

Painting flowers white,
the faerie wish upon this bitter night...

***I have felt the pain of dying, thrice, but only...
Painted on the walls...

Dilated,
your eyes can see the paint peeling off the walls...

I wear the crown
Of a blood bathed prince...

I am the backwards God;
the streets...

Aphrodite,
Oh Goddess of slaying beauty...

***Another hopeless romantic poem.
To, you...