Goodhood

There lurks darkness in the loveliest of eyes
and the guilest of toes
your breath, turns all the rancid aches into the
pit-fire of madness' trench.
Your mouth, the lovely dark burst of
flesh in the lines of a lip
is a place to bury the salt from my
time with the vultures of rest.
your godhood, mortgaged for two words in the
abyss of my mind
your ashes, while you live,
scatted upon the infiltrating needles
of love unearthed

Epitaph

Hurt me before it's too late.
Hurt me before i wear bedsheets of sanity in my knotted hair.
A pin prick of life and feeling.
A pin prick of fire and Romeos.
Walk away before the carousel stops.
Walk away before i run for you.

Coffins And Cream

And i see coffins and cream and a melancholic dream.
I see you in your skin and you have gone with the sin.
I see ribbons and bows and a whole lot of crows
sentinels and beggars in the same damn feathers
and they whisper their secrets to me.
and they whisper their secrets to me.