his eyes mine line
this face for what
worth is forward
blood and sweat spent
...
time to speak
from below the breaches
the seaweed wraps the scarlet
leeches
...
you said prayers backwards into dust
and formed a circle of untrust
you rusted when the rain came down
from spouts inside your lies
...
this gift to map ages with whispers from sages that breathe in my skeloton
stings like a curse
her hands are made Porcelain
...
this seance is all that is holding us up from
the water that has come through the door
...
now to see birth again
frightened at first and forever till death us part
wings that get torn apart
flown into suns and to ashes a phoenix can
...
these bells toll deep, hushed still, the minds a waste
overt and cognitive only to be disgraced
your laugh, your fathers laugh
your faint attempt to pass
...
her dead pennies name these wounds
numbered, instructed to
bind, as a catalyst
into the drain
...
this mask i fear
is wearing me
inside out in atrophy
but please release this cobalt ice
...
the palace of contempt was wrought
naught with these veins the eyes had saught
your feral knowlege of this force-feild
i can't spell well
...