it’s so unimportant. the funneling of guns to my roses. slow danced with the most disconnected soul on this planet

watching steps into rhythm. coalesce death into wisdom. 

such a succulent prose. im nothing short of a serpent

to color me hopeless, is to color me human. 

rendered useless by the silhouette that wants to consume me

tragedy of existence – toy soldier battlefield pistols

raising battalions til’ the atmosphere blisters

ive had it to here. soaking up blood. every ballad for years

nose bleed gush. let it mix in together with tears

in december, remember me in your prayers

feelings are invalid, because they have to adhere

with current policies linear to what the mechanisms produce

to become ugly to someone who’d move solar systems for you

polar influx. it’s why we drink whiskey to rhythm and blues

villainy’s cruel, but indecision is crueler

being a victim to being insufficient- isnt abuse

found the algorithm for bruising. most of it is self inflicted

bound to hell with self predictions, health needs help

it’s malnutrition. can’t help be hopeful for sanity’s sake

where vanity takes a backseat to this passionate fate

if it’s real, then it’ll never be over 

tell that to the bartender that’s mixing my gin and my soda

debonair devil. gallant gentleman

savor the cobra conection

tuxedo to the morgue. I regret your intentions 

tailor made bowtie, rose colored coated inflection 

stared into space. untie your fingers with mine under sheets

lower our voices. silence is the most powerful scream

poignant as the cotton ripples forming through comforter spread

where dozens of sins lie underneath ruptures of thread 

droplets of wine cover cream satiny fiber

cabernet fire. carmine cobblestone twine 

sit at the fireplace. untucked collared shirt in regression

of how much warmth we made over embers we directed

we fucked here before. fingerprints on the glass

commanded the sun as it melted the wax 

shot arrows of love with an Aries through summer

under cancers’ July over candlelit colors

Kiss my guns hello and my roses goodbye 

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