Ruby red lips finger tips
blood on the toung of my love...
As i sit here staring at the sky
i fly free flying high...
The guilty moon is on the rise
crime and punishment where the guilty lie...
Slightly twisted words
from a twisted mind...
Needle whiskered purple flowers
touch me who dares...
The decline of civilization is
angels ejaculating their rage...
Waking--
there are wolf tracks...
A nuance of silent grackles
an august phantasmagoria...
I bleed these tears from deep inside
They come from my eyes...
Birds collide with sunlight
over desert oceans...
Misery is setting in,
It fits me like a second skin...
Shaped by outside forces
but ruled by those within...