Re-pressed in this unnatural page Flowers longing for their days To shine beneath an equal sun And keep the faith of founding sons

What it's like to be again No longer a ghost A will, a whispered echo A memory of skin A texture barely rendered Still not focused in A...

The true scale of the machine That ponderous maw Open, out underneath us Under the sand and the weight I saw the black skies Light up...

The King in Red Even in Arcadia Amidst such hallowed meadows Such guarded pastures Such simple days These mournful measures Morbid tunes...

Wolfing down Lapping up Hungry maw Open cup O'er flowing Tangle foot Brambles broken Tied in knots Roots below Sky above Crying out...

Trending towards a kind of darkness Towards a sickness cyclical Advertised with slickness cynical A vision miserable before our eyes A...

Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

Unequivocally I need your touch Your love Your lust Inhale me In burning lungs Soaring eyes Let me be lost Layered up Break my bones...

When I bury my own needs and my own feelings to try to keep the peace I am left feeling like a ghost.

Mealy-mouthed sub-optimal consumer Filled with a black bile tar heart Feathers fringed tinged dark with fear Red and Green with envy All...

Open up Dysfunctional Sacred devils and Fallen angels Wounded beasts Healing heads Rising oceans and Hurricanes

Unmake me In darkness discreet In sacred shadow In secret flames Undone Punctuated breaths Reaching equilibrium Between life and death...

I pocketed the devil's dice And looked out upon uneasy streets Where people ran like rivers Into the deep dystopian weeds Slow burned and...

A naked dread Silently built Preternaturally indwelt But seldom understood

Uplifted wings of living beings Creatures turned again like wheels Folded spaces, in-betweens Spun like webs where thunder reels

Out of that cryogenic sleep The first sentient thought was one of hunger Gnawing and unnerving in its depth An untraceable urge The thick...

Consumed Hazel blooms of arcing thunder Level me in awestruck wonder Bought and paid for by her touch Sinking in and swallowed up...

Bring me a horizon Made of sunsets and of sin And make for me an altar To lay me down again

I have built this place to get to her. Projected her like a shadow on my wall. A memory, a ghast, a shade, a thought. And from the fire...

Press me between pages Open like a book Turn me into fire light With nothing but a look