What a merry little time Children scuttling along sidewalks with their eyes shinning kicking leaves and smiling sweet things wearing clothes in disguise What luck I have to not have to costume my eyes A pious soul I am for all hallows eve I do not fall ill to the…
The girl with the flaxen hair I will rave about you from dusk til dawn Bronzed and blinding the suns rays itch to be splayed upon you I have never seen that ball as luminous as it is until he spots you
I have been a prisoner A hostage making up eighty eight estates I am well aware of my state How you’ve chained me to this empyrean made a mockery of my fate You are a fickle god I don’t know if I would even call you one my…
The sirens are calling they are ringing and screeching piling on noises as they claw away at my soul I had not a day of peace they tormented me with beguiling chants lullabies meant to frazzle me It sent me on a haywire I could not sleep without hearing them feeling them…
These leaves come down as if it’s snowing out here I watch as the wind kisses those branches makes those fronds frolic with the pavement They make up a kaleidoscope of reds and oranges purples and yellows they ring stardust upon my cheeks And when it rains here it showers heaven…
Fate is a fickle god with her winding claws unruly tresses feeding off of your violations while lodging spoonfuls of terror right down your throat You see she doesn’t care for the unequivocal she’d much rather shred you down- force you to grovel for your wavering She has a cruel heart…
I could have loved you through hell when that high water sprayed you crimson and black an open canvas for your panegyrical eyes fiendish smile Those hands turned me delirious into something wicked a wretched string of malus tied flush around your body I could make you crave that sin
She had a serpents tongue ringlets of venom lingered off her lips One could have turned to stone if they gazed too long But for me I would have looked into the eyes of Hades battle mountains themselves just for a glimpse of those smooth emeralds I had come to…
Loving you is like tasting spring chasing the wind feeling dew drops trace your skin
You are a danger to me you welcome me with warning shots Blood curdling screams echo inside of plastered walls with broken palates on concave canvases You are a threat to me with your pin shaped eyes and blighted tongue I would smite that tongue
I’m picking sticking on pine needles laying on evergreen leaves while the sun the sun sings to me he trifles with me makes it so I won’t ever leave he brings vitality breathes constant particles of life into me and I’m growing flowing becoming rays
If I look at the sun too long will he blind me? patronize me? Or will he blush? I reckon that those rays would burn me alive make me feel alive
it only rains when I’m feeling blue that sky swallows me up whole and spits me out along with those drops
You must have been so easy to love The way you let that man walk walk walk all over that pretty little heart of yours, girl I had watched him do it he held you in one hand your heart in the other Eight beats was all it took All it…
You told me you were leaving I watched you pace that empty house It was more of a vessel A receptacle It held nothing but twisted limbs and foreboding bodies I had lost myself in that house I have no idea who I am But you two …
Éloa 