....

the cemetery looks Beautiful covered in the snow
crimson love and clovers, crisp winter air.

mother

once a place
i called home
my mother's body
where i once lived
shared one body
closer than hearts
closer than skin
together we shared
a place. her temple
she gave me, for
a time before i
had my own.

too fast for me

everything is going so fast
spinning
driving by
while we chase the moon
with a sky full of love
and a cherry backdrop
slow down for a minute

devils have friends too you know

the road is too long to end

black stones, 

yelling at a yellow moon

tell the truth- god of Pluto. 

do humans really love?

or do they just think they love?
i need to know. i need to know.

suspense kills me on a Monday 

night. smell the roses and grass.
glass of wine and record, my
night dances away in the
moonlight.

THE HORNS

r u s t.

I like things that are dead

Things that seem to have no head

I like when the night is silent

And the sky is dark

Shatter the fear which lies within

The mind of a broken child