Burn the scars away, this dripping ash
Rains monochrome tears on colored verses;
Words sung in crooned rehearsals
Of wished time reversals,
never to come
Still in stillness of the wanted was
She wandered through the endless gray
Poisoned by golden sunlight
Of tainted azure seas accompanied
By orchestral doves, singing
The blues.
The raven temptress plays
Out of tune, whirlwind tempests
Soothed by her paper wrapped instrument,
Of a death cloak
Reaper of the smoking wisps
Death, death, bring sweet death
In pleasant kiss upon these cuts
With a firebrand, the dancing blazes
Touch, and scorch the haunts
Of wretched pale chalkboards
Bleeding from her father’s fury,
Un-cleaned; mother lost
In a Devil’s den promising
Phantom pleasures
Staring faces, she can’t embrace them
Pull up the sleeves to erase her self-hatred
But no blanket can heal the hues
That darkened spectrum, of faded
Blacks and blues; they’re tattooed,
Permanent moons of her cosmic abuse
Yet she missed him and her; the ruined glue
Of a house collapsed -- divided in two
But no forgiveness comes for those who used
A home of three with plenty of tools
Yet she always asks,
“Why was I the one who was screwed?”
One, two, three, inhalations
And walking traffic continues
Back in line as her dying muse
Coughs a crimson friend, the end,
Amiable Elysium but Hades
Is welcome too.
No more shells,
There are none left to break
On these decaying shores
Rotten pendulum, she paints it
With hollow rage
Knock, knock, knock on the door
Checked out, no one’s home
In quietness where she wonders
If her book will be buried,
The girl hopes it is so
So she can become the pendulum
And swing, with the freedom
Gifted by nothingness
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth