At twilight as I lay down to rest to a soul dance's bye and bye, I sway to gentle rhythmic tunes of crickets chirping nature's lullaby. They whisper tunes to marionettes, a sweet requiem song, goodnight, I listen to the angels harp, counting sheep as I would might.
But my eyelids see the creatures that once were the pale corpses, now a psalm is in my shadows, one that strips my endorphins. I walk through villages of death, strolling through purgatory's entice, sweet dreams turned to nightmares, this unbled...
if i spilled my anger my words would form a pool of acid i'd dive in from the deep end slowly, excruciatingly, dissolving myself and that just wouldn't be any fun at all
best i should write about lollipops and daffodils and precious low IQ fwuppy dogs with barrettes in their hair and garish motel art crayola sunsets and the delectable ice cream sweetness of new love without the inevitable cyanide at the bottom of the cone and beautiful vacation destinations i'll never be able to afford again and the gift of a...
Once upon obsidian bones from my mind's dark oasis and sweet opium's chowder of memories haunting lullaby from the pharaoh's cacoon beneath the fabric of twilight leaving footsteps in the wind of vampires in silken wings old crones dancing serenade
the flames draped over my folding darkness, the tangle behind blurring dreams, pressed in gleaming ruins, these passing nights, well worn in layers of frailty, this brittle climate, this is where the candle burns brightest at sunrise.
At twilight, as I lay down to rest, a soul dances bye and bye, sweet requiem song. Tinkering with the incense and opium candle. Dripping its tallow, on fronds of carriageless horses. Through bottled dreams of insanity's equinox and villages of death. Now listening to the jackals, where once were the pale corpses, boxed in mahogany. Now Venus is in the shade of forever green, just rotting, waiting at the depot of death.