Will the ocean weep from the ceiling?

You hold the sun as to protect it from the rain, like a mother would,


Angel walking with fire, haunting my december,

Is winter the death of beautiful things?


Gnaw at the ash painting you in hell as God chews on the snow sleeping on your fingers,


Heartless? Hardly, she could never find mine,


I vomit on her leather and tuck her in,

moonlight, stone, she does not move, in shock? She lacks humanity, eyes of nothing, like mine,


I rest in disease and void,


And you,


My cadaver on wires,

I love you
© cankered cupid