Moar

I:
Like a plague, unforgiving
Her smile infects the soul
deadly sin filling mind and body
Living for sweat death
Pleading for poison
Refusing any antidote,
basking in the burning fever of her gaze
Incurable
Every breathe shared is a seizure of ecstasy

Mocking the doctors of the heart,
Suffering from terminal love,
Every fiber begging for more

II: Tranquility
Grass erupts with flowers
as the sun brightly burns

the trees alive with light
sway of their own accord

Nuts and fruits fall
the air shimmers with the pollen

Seeds take root, sprout, and grow
as vines crawl up the trunks
in search of life-light

Mushrooms feed on decaying
Brothers and Sisters
Who in death give life

III: Bloodlust
Steam rises from dry dusty dirt,
Blood soaked, strewn with dead.
Vultures feast gluttonously
as the dying moan and wail

Standing alone, blood covered hands
a scalp worn as a cap,
He breathes heavily with bloodshot eyes
and watches the feast

IV: Shells
Empty shells scattered on empty shores,
each of beacon of hope now lost
to the ebb and tide of time

the crashing waves of anger meet
the silent sand of sadness
The long buried are uncovered

Picked up by new hands,
promising far off places
Yet destined to remain
Until the sea consumes them

V: Shadow
Patiently behind,
the one true witness
of love and lies and hate

the shadow within, without
watching with unwavering eyes
the silent thoughts, the breathless whispers
the gasps and cries, slow breaths and strewn tears

no holding hand, no words of inspiration
only following footsteps and lonesome loyalty
standing behind where none would stand
a string-less puppet bound to just one 


VI:
Inky rain soaks into paper fields
the sun rises and falls

A pen for a plow, with each line brings
hop for growths great harvest
future withholds its secrets,
its storms and swarms, it's floods and muds

Undaunted I plant.
each rooted seed sprouts shooting for sunlight
as life bursts forth from my very finger tips