Listen to my voice dear man
through the pages and ink...

Deep in the heart
of my pollinated soul...

Ageing patterns scream
obscenities within ebony rings...

Twisted mortal of an ebony sky
deathly creatures transform...

My world crashed
a while back...

You were meant to shine
upon a morning sun of...

I remember the day so clearly,
a broken nose and bruised eyelid...

Late at night, extinguishing memories
blazing within my feverish destruction...

You resurrected my soul
upon a hot sultry night...

Lily petals dance
pink lemonade, sweet sunshine...

Lost in creativity,
mind clustered...

Traveling upon a memory
with organic pleasures...