Is he not that perfect,

are his eyes not sparkling,

dull and grey,

what a man,

you are a nightmare,

sleeping is pain,

where do you even see the light?

I want to escape ,

holes,

in my jeans,

my heart too,

bleeding profusely,

The shells of a conch,

You heard me,

he did too,

every man in this room shall know,

my harsh desires,

pain and torture,

beating drums,

your assortment,

of dectable organs,

needing and wanting,

melting away,

snow on the rooftops,

its just your game,

Black and white,

pianos strumming with every syallable you speak,

my heart beating with every hand that you use for torture,

thundering upon my gilded cage,

peeling paint,

melody, melody,

trapped in my fingertips,

waning on the tip of tongue,

hiding upon my beating breathing chest,

hitting, hitting,

hurting notes,

Haunting, haunting,

what happened,

people always asking me,

what is this game?

worse than ripping skin from your tender bones,

better than pretty lillies adorning your sharp collar bones,

smooth jagged,

oozing red,

making you move all the same,

Don’t say his name,

all this pain,

world away,

who am i?

Among the waves,

Where again?

the world is what?

My body is the simple floating air,

oxygen,

was breathing always this,

breath of fresh air,

golden flakes of sunlight stealing your pupils,

Glittering in the safe world of his arms,

touching the gusts of wind,

again,

im yours,

again a nightmare,

again I wake in your arms,

again I scream out these words,

melody so black,

it touched satans throne and didn’t draw back,

melody so ugly,

his melted body became beautiful at first sight,

melody so perfect,

statues of carved perfection crumbled to pieces of cracked dust,

melody so disgusting,

the scrapings from her deformed broken body

bled into the sink and the smell was pleasant,

run fast run fast,

leave it,

leave it,

i know now,

i know it,

i never wanted anything except-

everything you have.

Singing,

singing this beautiful horrid masterpiece of a disaster,

dancing,

dancing to this tune of grotesque perfection,

Breathing,

breathing the air of this stench that rises from the bottoms of the most delicious disgusting cracks from the depths of bleeding affections,

affection,

pieces of of melted sizzling sorrows,

burning in the harsh lights of a horizon,

that is is no longer rising.