My bloodline…

I ravage the vision of love as if my dawns
Were crawling with homewreckers

It gets so hard to breathe…
And surrender…

As if the air is getting thicker every day
And I gasp when I dream of brutal eyes

Am I frightened or infatuated, wandering
The flower-empty marshes

The crypts of my iris' shine wild when I'm startled
Out of my sleep… into celluloid seas

The novas of these sundowns pillage my skin
Of color

There's no place for rest

Here, the savage and the discontinued build nests
And there IS no place for rest

Poisonous tongues are merely the toys to soothe my grief
When the warmongers still

The steady rhythm of the monochromatic crimson
Draws near like a poltergeist

I'm as desperate for calamity as a dove
Whose wings were broken on the trials of a storm

Barely walking…barely listening to a story
Of safe harbor premonitions

Barely believing I can stand before I fall -
Before I stumble on a vulture

My bloodline…I am the last of it…I am the loneliest
…

I'm paying