Genocide Sky

My gift is entropies language  
Fluent in anguish, atrophy  
For I am choking, gripping constellations  
Manifestations I'm starstruck cherishing  
Yet the nights seem a little more empty  
A little less manic, a little more needy  
 
Dark in this symphony ancient  
Familiar spaces charming me  
A violin violet violent  
Disrupts my candor courage lucidly  
Mouth of thorns licks its lips consuming me  
I feel it birth splendor and I feel it's teeth free  
 
While all the ghosts play desperate  
With scars tepid, invented  
I swallow antidotes only to bleed  
In sickness, pious prison of diamonds  
Dangle helpless off pages of their greed  
So don't believe in humans, just believe in me.