Prison

A shadowed wail strikes with diamond knives

A fleeting bird sings and melancholy falls like rain

The sunniest days cannot stop their reprise

The sunniest days speckle years in vain.

Lock away this trenchant beast

Do not whisper me your lies

On my sorrow you may feast

With a smile at my demise

Late at night I hear your call

Murmuring rumors that disrupt the peace

Screaming when the silence falls

Do not touch: my beast

Soothe me, love me, feed my hollow conceit.

Drown me in delusions of grandeur

Coax me, kiss me, but do not deceit

Z will simply wash back ashore

Sweet androgynous ocean, my beast

Glows in salty sorrows

My sunset of red foreboding, at least

My broken veins Z flows