The sounds of autumn
Rancid sperm hitting decaying leaves
Menstrual blood drying up on majestic tree trunks
As he cleans it with microcloth
It will all be done soon
This terrace of forgotten fears
Ice cream falling down their faces
Bliss til it burns frozen
Scorching what was left of his youth
They came home
Out of sorts
The parkay floor it wept with dust and neglect
She said she tried said it mattered
It never mattered….never mattered
Still i run
Still i crawl
Can cry about it while i unsnap your bra
Trouble find me like Jacques Cousteau
I’m stuck under the puddles of the ocean
Breathing in your soul
Nipple slip…..nipple slip
Cavernous tunnels gnaw at me
Moths swarm… hide the light
As she lets Lucifer swallow her whole
So i could run so i can crawl
My eyes became three
I could see it all
Lies of autumn reanimated again
These fallen wings, these fallen friends
The dirt conquers all i see
Yet these wicked lies eat at me
I tremble at what you took
Melancholy remains
All i wanted was you
Sweet sweet Damian
By Spacedog