Stephanie

Works of art
and arteries implode
dreams of you
and hearts explodes

lustful encounters
and loving me slow
memories remain
but i wanna go

this time
i think ill stay
and ill sit here
like she taught me to pray

like poison art
and beauty in negative spaces
finding the angel
in hell of all places

ill die in a minute
and the one chance for survival
would be the sound of your angelic voice
and wait forever for your arrival

in my eyes
you will see how lost
as the good die
what the hell is the cost

i spit it out
and revolve again
lights in a tunnel
just a second of time i can spend

i don't breathe the way i used too
slow steady heartbeat
worlds away
the writer still walks the street

the mask broke
in a trip to the institution
now he’s the open book
golden yellow illusion