Door ajar,
seating in balcony...
You are fat
you need to lose weight...
Parade around me with gifts, like the Magi
Reward me with compliments as you see fit...
An angel died,
The devil cried...
The sun's rays are panting
like dry tongues...
While some call it writers block,
I call it clogged arteries...
This undecided day
left me another pill...
I have moments within a world of destruction
where those miniscule words are the fire...
In artifical light
you rip, advisedly...
A noble man he is
and colors pass through him...
Trampling, trying to destroy you;
you feel there's nothing you can do...
Those demons are back again,
The ones that know where to cut...