I couldn't fight the feeling that the sky is...
aqueous emotions were dusty, neglected...

My heart travels deeper than the spellbinding...
tyranny of newfound catastrophes casts injustice...

Beseech tainted senses to start bleeding again
because I tasted death and brittle deities...

Blossoming tears spill over forsaken ground-
maelstrom of cremated clouds burn...

There are pieces of me you'd never see:
alabaster constellations...

Abysmal elegy whispers nuclear poetry,
artificial within enliven cosmic volcano...

Words
drip...

There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow...

Diamond-patterned tongue illustrates wildfire
crawling across recombined heartbeats...

Majestic icebergs form heart's galaxies,
mosaics of thorns within crystallized anomaly...

Do not question my faith-
the one that embedded a detonator...

We broke the clouds as music boxes of malevolence
while stone dreams bled pearl honey of bitter...