Take a ride on the wild side

Eat the meat on the holy day,

Open the birdcage gate within your mind, 

Release the dove, to fly.

Break free the chains, 

Undo the tears, find a radiant me. 

And don't fade into the walls like a serpent. 

You will find the jet stream to carry your wings and soar. 

Until moonlight when we rest upon the feathers. 

Finally I am in your arms,

Held captive by your gaze 

And yet you will not undo my chains. 

You have tricked me, and I will let you. 

Little do you know, I have longed to be in your house. 

I stared through your window for months

With a photographic lens. 

I watched you paint the walls red, 

Some nights I would fall asleep with my camera in hand watching you. 

But now I am kidnapped about to die by your pink fingernails. 

It is delicate to feel your touch, before the knife shall have me soon. 

What is the afterlife? 

I wonder as I sit upon your fireplace, chained up to the stones. 

Once I entered your house, across the street, 

I knew I would never come out alive. 

Maybe we shall become lover's in this cold October moon. 

You are a danger I am glad to be in the presence of. 

Ghostlike you slowly move to kill me 

I whisper "don't, I love you." 

The moonlight cast your shadow on to me 

I see my own blood splatter like a ink blot

I have become your ghost, I shall haunt your forever, neighbor. 

I stand for there I am, 

A tree is made of blood and sap, 

Bark to seal the wounds you started. 

My first love... Stole my last breathe. 

To be alone is to be in love.

 Or not to understand at all. 

Sap runs down my hand 

I lay down on a bed of pine needles,

If I die in a forest of memories, am I heard?

Breathe we change CO2  into O2. 

One can only hope to be and lead. 

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Are we still to be or not to be when we die?

The back of your head, your wearing the blue dress I gave you. You leave me. Red sun, blood moon. Snakes, and spiders, an empty cup of tea. Falling, falling, waking, living, chronic pain. What's left? You stole them. Being a liar that's a nightmare. The truth is scary to you. Ants crawling all over my face. Wake up, time to go to work, Late.