yellow flares.

streaks of flowers rush in through my veins, they reek of sweet forgiveness.
out in this real world, there is nothing pretty to see.
maybe there is, but i haven't seen it.
earth is cold, and full of disgrace, and my alleigance is nothing special.
there's nothing to read into; my words, my thoughts, they all are jokes.
hip-slitting hipsters try and string together thought.
i think the stitches in my forehead are unravelling threads of thought.
nothing is sacred anymore, these words are the last to leave my lips.
go and get your gun, and see if you can shoot me at point blank.

crawl inside and feed on my insides.
raw entrails stuck inside your teeth glisten in the sun.
eastern wind comes blowing in, and i breathe; it smells of saffron.
even now it calls to me with softest whispers.
proof to me that the world may not be such a cold, dead place.
showy purple flowers dance and tangle in the wind.

beneath me, i see my insides srawled about.
each torn bit dangles from your teeth.
nothing is quite what it seems when i am with you.
echoes wrap around my fingers,
and i am stuck calling out to you.
this is my deliverance?
here, against this cold brick wall?

my thoughts stream in and out of focus.
you always know just what to do.

beneath the broken headstones; far beneath the tainted corpses,
everything i always thought was true came out wrong.
decaying, my veins bled flowers.

the hipsters slit their hips to bleed.
happy thoughts trickled out,
and landed vacant on the pavement.
the poets wrote their words down just to feel.

let's keep quiet and just pretend now.
i think that my body's about to fail me.
keeping track of what is happening proves to be troublesome.
even gods couldn't save me at this point.
sweetest smell of purple flowers makes my necro-nostrils flare.

these crushed up thoughts are jotted on paper,
only to find their way to the bottom of the trash.

ever-flowing rivers spring forth
and spew corroded river beds
that smother babies in their sleep.

forget me not, forget me someday.
let's not think about that now.
elegant, i fail to see.
stop the bleeding, stop the tearing.
hurry please before what's left of me is swallowed by the earth no more.