Oh white castles and murder
Take me in as our sins wash away our sanity
Lust broken into writhed glass
Our love,
a toxic muse.
I lay on the floor waiting for your feet.
Inhalation and meditation,
For those broken shards are looking like my heroine.
Our lust is the juice we squeeze,
Our cotton candy thoughts scream “Fly away”
Twisted sanity sings as you stare at the ground,
for our blind pantomiming sees the light in the fields of death.
please pray for us as our limbs will do,
please run in the pastures under the shrouding moon,
Bring us the gifts of god at the stage of our reconcile affirmation.
Let there be dripped peace within us,
Our splatters run down into the cracks of depicted and unseen life.
Forever in fate,
yours truly.
