Ominously swaying
Stale lavender drop wet on moss
How will you die I ask
With regret and fighting frost
Do you fear the tears of love
Or are you stunned by the loss
Love has counted all your suns
The moon egg is calling
You’re dung!
A fool for hate
You cruel tool
The palette taste
Fresh meat makes you drool
Sinking into your teeth
Syncing love you tweet
I will sync for love
Yes you will sink for love
You begin retreat
Falling off above
In be tweets heavens hell
One last valley, one last dell
Forgotten is forgiveness
Stinking dead eyes swell
Beginning to sink
You’ve peaked
And it’s just as well
Dare you fear how queer
It feels without love
Useless feathers plucked off a dove
Scissor words freely flung
Never caring who they stung
Falling between here and there
Stuck in-between a repetitive mirror
And so I ask you
How will you die?
Like a cold fish
With hot buzzing flies
Or with hot frost
Melting from your eyes
In your hell
You must cross the tees
And dot the i’s
Of this smelly thing
You call disguise!
