The Midnight Poet

Bleeding Flowers

Dark and hollow your pointed bud feels as your clear blood seeps into my soul. The thorns caressing the bones that they lay upon screeching like tires during a lightning storm. I see flashes of your gaping skull under my petals like bangs adorn on a gothic girl's face. Black intertwined with red, your eyes bleeding pollen. I've fallen to the depths where no man has gone before, they call me a whore, but I do not crave the needle. These thoughts all so feeble. It's evil, the venom created by the people. Can you light the flame that once burned this skin, for all those who have sinned only became sinners cause we were once all beginners. Spread like a feather these petals will soon wither without fresh water. She is my daughter but I signed her up for slaughter cause thats what the government taught her. Fought her when the scissors snipped the cartilage right off the stem. Never let it happen again. Echos bellow tryna tell me hello but they forgot I was Hollow don't forget to swallow, don't wallow, he's hollow. Covering wounds with a bandaid ain't gonna trade a brain for someone insane. She tell ya that's my main, shit that's when she came. High on cocain pushin to the edge of that blade. Traumatized, he said try that on for size. Flashing, but don't we look dashing? Infinite chaos, a real wreck of a ship, skinny she dipped. Ain't that the shit. Bulbs aglow without a soul, once again whole they pull as blue leaks from  its leaves trying, but again dying. Cloak covering, she prefers you hovering. To the moon the beams do look, for the craters do stare back alit with orange, blue scarf in tow. Heart aglow, you reap what you sew.