I need a house catching fire to bright up my day.
I need showers of flowers to feel something else.
I need a knife to my heart just so I can behold
Suck in my life
So I can be whole
I need letters in blood ink to feel the soul
I need nibbles of those fingers that wrote that note.
Like a single italics text from above
Where papers are nothing just a blury dove
I need chopped up bones that would make a dress
With laces of skins just to feel something else.
For a horizon of color that ebbs and flows
A twisting turgor that makes a rose
And as I rip out every last piece of regret
With a sink of my lips that grow deep red
Where I can sleep under a snow of black
That it makes me skittle over my breath
When the smoothest of skills is made of mauve
They tried to sell my soul with a bow
It mooed and marved like wretched doll
And I die with a kiss of inescapable god
All lions just roar and clawed my neck
They picked my nose and licked the sap
My mouth was mangled with heat and sweat
As they buired my bones and a note that said
"Escape dins hmmm escape dins"
I would get drunk if I knew how to
I would climb the moon and say I loved you
If I could slip pass the stay at a haunted house
Where dead silly spouse would have no doubts
"Escape dins hmmm escape dins"
In the towers forgotten by land and kings
There lives a tiny little prince
He's retarded like a sandle rinse
An intent that never came I wince
I stepped inside that abandoned doll
It was shaky but I didn't feel so small
I asked them if they wanted to call
As they cut my wrist and unleavened it all
"Escaped dins hmmmm escaped dins"
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Scribbled tears
PoetryWhen I cry I write, when I feel lonely I quote , when I feel the crimson sun banishing my Scarlet mind into the abyss I sing. This is basically a poem's book. But it may contain some songs I wrote n quotes .... so its all my writings here You will...
