Empty, unplowed fields
Thick, lonesome woods...

The skin of demons stretches over my dry bones
Blood the color of decay flows through my marrows...

Paint me a tapestry
Colors richer than the red wine, the fresh fruit...

Looking delightful, lounging out in that darkness
Show off your curves, too delish...

I can’t stand it any longer
The pain has taken over me...

It smells of sweet, fresh grass
Crinkles and whines as our bodies crush each blade...

I hear your gentle breathing
The rise and fall of your chest...

Do I look okay to you?
Am I up to par...

Tears, blood, and anger
This is what you’ve drawn from me...

Turn off the lights and let’s pretend
Like the hippies in the park parade...

Try and decorate these plain walls with splashes...
The brilliant color is only temporary, my mood...

Auburn hair strewn over lined, wrinkled paper
Mascara pollutes her tears, falling downward...