The Atrium

Moth and the Flame

Dragons devour
Fires heat the supper
And the feast can begin
You can ask for another

Vices and needy holes

Sensual sensations

Beckon for entwined souls

Lost with no recollection
Somehow
Regretting why I am here
now losing perception
Somehow
I need to disappear

Fools gather
Maggots to the cadaver
engulfed in a numbing state
Climbing high upon the ladder

Needles and heart strings
Sing a somber swan song
Crumbling paper wings

Lost with no recollection
Somehow
Regretting why I am here

now losing perception
Somehow
I need to disappear

Dealer, preacher
Lover, healer
Teacher, doctor
oscillator
Mother, father
My creator
and my destroyer