broken guitars and smashed pianos.

is it the girl that you're in love with or is it the maluability of her ideals? hidden deep within her cradled mind thoughts sway like rum-drunk doves.
many moons have marched beside her towering high above above thick marble tables.
they will turn to dust with time. in the dead pools of her eyes, nothing springs to life. her face is coated with crystalline salt deposits that leave her looking like january's last victim. if her lips turn blue beneath the snow no one here will ever know.

the world's peppered with grandiose gaping holes that dance and sway beneath your nose. they tempt like fate and there's no escape from what they really mean. so picture me caught in your eyes like amber that flowed out trapping flies. hold the image until the end and kisss me sweetly my lover friend. your hand calls me forth and nothing else matters. volcanic splays of red-hot splatter consume my flesh. i will close my heart and kill the rest. did you think that i would fade away and haunt you until your dying day? i won't deny the fact i thought it once but i cleared my mind with the damage done. i'm somewhat stunned that you ran down deep into the earth where satan sleeps. here i weep for a glimpse of solitude. the angels' broken ribs protrude. from where they stab, it all seems drab. i'm longing for someone to save me. your eyes well forth congealing blood that stirs into the sacred mud. the gaping holes that dot the earth fill with blood, gold, and myrrh. i wallow in and breathe so deep. you are with me while i sleep.