The screams of agony

Angelic raving a million eyes multiply

humming through the minds
of the monster,
electric tentacles
caressing the skeletons of hate.

These trembling hearts are faithful,
appearing in the new morning
with purple mouths and butterfly breath
around the blazing Sun.

The Images of the illusionary One
are delicate,
a solid construction,
infinite flowers in the dark.

The noise of war is stumbling blind
through the screams of agony,
the mirror felt in a thousand pieces,
before his apathetic drowning feet,
he was staring at the back of the page,
the blood was slowly pouring out
in mystical conclusions.

Fragments of desire
swallowing the branches of the tree,
the leaves are falling faithfully
towards the open ground.


Always here, All ways now.