Demons tearing apart
inside of head
As if it
were a
loaf of
bread
Wine dripping from lips
Poetry dead
Bird
Spirals
hits
window
sky
falls
down
shatters
Pages torn from book
Empty words
in absence
when everything is lost
they realize the paradise
was within
in there heart pounding
the people they loved
the people they screwed over
while they had everything
millions of dollars
still an empty can
head hits the wall
throwing up in misery
What lies behind the beauty
Open door
Realize the emptiness
When away from
Distraction
Eyes fixate
Angels will appear
When one becomes blind
Tear out your eyes
For your sight to have meaning
Smiles dripping
From fe(a)ces
People drown upon the misery
Demons drown upon the glory
Homo-sapiens unaware
Of their demonic nature
They go to church
Pray
Then, the cycle restarts
Angels within
but their choice
Vegas
The city
of
flame
rises higher
clouds wait
people kill
with a change of context
an alternate perception
a realization of what morality is
the story, the poem
will hold a different ending
For now
the bottle breaks
dripping red
demons ripping apart head
cluster headaches
sun fades
and starts to set
moon is half full
stars absent of light
millions trapped inside head
banging against the walls
of the mind
sky fell
shattered like glass
No longer blue
world’s colors drained
Like water flushed from
Toilet and into the sewer
Full of diseases,
Contaminated
the river filled with shit
Why is the blood of the winged splattered?
species no longer high
Passed out unconscious
Woke up to little light
Demons screaming
still tearing inside
Sina is friends with transvestite ninjas.
