11/7/12

More of the same.

ring around the rosy

dance the same dance
sing the same song
realize what was there
all along--
life isn't fame or glory
through hours of the night
you lie wide awake
remembering the myths that
were never there
like sullen whispers

pockets full of posy

like a rose, violent red
and bruised
prick your finger and sleep
poison is far sweeter than
your drink
let the kisses swarm
like storms
let them bite my neck
rage away, squeeze my
hands tight
love is a dirty word

ashes, ashes

burn me down
disappear through the 
smoke
I didn't need that anyways.
I AM A GOD
your blood is me, screaming
mighty with its wrath
taste in your mouth
feel it in your veins

we all fall down

crash crash
let me have the anticipation 
then the impact that
tears me apart, release
shooting stars, we all
burn out
the love for a fury
so erotic and safe

Asteria, my dear;
you never stood a chance.