Gangrenous shoots of pain
Get fired in my brain
In a smooth and innocent flow
For only destruction to follow
Howling whispers between lost lovers
Phantom limb syndrome
Invading vivid membranes
As all is Crimson and not Clover coloured
The pumping organ is biting himself
Delivering fright to all others there
Shadows only disfigure shivers
Like in a cell, like in hell
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The lights hiss loudly at the night
The warm walls are ruins hit by cold beams
Sand in between my toes
The smell of hot piss caught in the wind
Pictures of you, motionless in my mind
Golden hours and blue hours
Unravel like flames riding a snow sledge
Malnourished ribs on cats
Spray painted penises
The smell of rotting fish
Pictures of you, motionless in my mind
Waves ungraspable to the naked eye
Mountains are tall and are hiding the moon
Men with fat bellies ordering their wives around
Pictures of you, motionless in my mind
I’m lost in the forest when left without you
Exoskeleton floating on the window web
Lone captive debris, golden with hints of blue
Auburn memories sweeping my brain
Electric shocks of love
Every time I remembered
How I had missed her face
As Dispassionate needs overwhelm me
She hugs me tight in our tangled friendship
Often apart we never really are
She keeps me alive and she ignores all about it
Soft spoken beauty swearing
Gold poison drinking
Unexplored territories map her thoughts
Her words her ways and we can’t let that rot
The Stars and the moon are nothing
Without her by my side
White greedy castles have now risen all around
Grey noises cover the beauty of sound
Curtains are drawn on the celestial gods
And they all choose their lives in catalogues
She is the purest heaven in my hell
My Snow White, mon héroïne
Pink cobbled streets in stormy weather
Amongst past phantoms
Smelling like heather
We sit still and witness no further
Unhealthy whispers uttered by collar bones
Theatre manners replacing true sorrow
Softened voices glancing all over
Regretting not much and breathing
Like a fish out of water
I wish all was as true as my heart beat at dawn
When I’m thinking about when it all begun
Eternal is nothing until you’ve felt it all
The pain, the “happy” and all those shadows
Paper tokens make me sick and I’d rather deal arrows
Sweet purple rain drops raining all over me
There’s a 100 feet tall bridge
Shadows stroll upon
There’s me and there’s the ridge
Faint tip toes and a moan
Reigning supreme over dirty waters
Grey stones and withering colours
I want to perish I want to rot
This world is a synecdoche
Metal compartments in a hurry
Money matters and plastic surgery
Frozen babies, ham and rye…
Human cargos make no one cry
They come in my house
And ask me why is it I want to die
Banging on the door
Like no one ever did before
There’s me in dirty waters
But there’s you
And there’s the sky
I dream of my
Weightless floating bones
making their way
Steadily to the city sewer
I woke up when I died
The dirty river water in our sheets
The moon shone on your shoulder
And I went back to sleep
We told everyone
We had met
In a mental institution
On a green squeaky bench
In an alley full of trees
It was raining
your eyes were true
But it felt blue
We told everyone
We had already met
In a past life, near an ocean
The tide was high, the sand was wet
I wore white
My skin was see-through
We told everyone
We will meet again
Far away on distant land
Once the sun
Is way past the zenith
In the desert
Of my heart
My daily overdose
My jungle prose
Translucent pink shadows
Golden bows and arrows
Entrapped somewhere
Amongst sharp shadows
Live small pieces of hope
Glowing invisibly in a rut
Reptiles with rough tongues
Reach through my mouth and skull
Roding past fiery axons
Trespassing my soul
Bulldozing cells
Breaking membranes
Through my throat, through my veins
The lizard king wiggles his tail.
On foreign land
You left me stranded
The wind was blowing savagely
Just as madly as today’s Katie
The blows undisguised your backhand
And I stood there silent soaked and blinded
There’s was something breaking
There was something awakening
Slowly,my heart shrunk into radioactive decay
On that day, on Solar Day
Black water and shopping riders
Frail bones casting stones
Black gold and Cow-boy hats
Underwater excavations for
Undefinable valuables
Mantras for the blind
Prayers for the sick
Dog food for the rich
Plastic hip syndrome
Plastic heart attacks
Burr-hole scars
On the scalp
Of the Earth
No one can hear
The sound of the drill
Heads lay heavy on feathered pillows
I starve on mountains
Upside down canyons
Wearing grief as somber as war widows
And as shiny as guitar heroes
For a boy who has not died yet
You remind me of him, sad
Lying there naked with nothing to see
Teething slowly until his mouth fell out
And he ate his own heart
Dejecting every bite
Eat fast vomit poo
That’s not what I want to do
Brix Rheavy 