cupids shovel

did we pretend to connect in Meadows
imagine the naked engulfing flame
dancing with our bonded flickering shadows
where there are no more gods to blame

or while our eyes were closed in praise
did the rain fall drowning our living star
so we’d slip and slide into these dark days
where sacrifices never change who we are

cause cupids build cathedrals of doubt
and those industrial fear factories sprout
polluting dreamland landscapes all about
where lonely aching hearts go to bleed out
after cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with putrefied dirt
when cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with putrefied dirt

did we blissfully ignore the fact all things end
why weren’t we taught resurrection was a myth
that times moonshine is not the elixir to mend
in a garden of wilting roses truth is the scythe

scientists rejoice when they see a dying star
yet we never had seeds of suicide in our heart
we believed we’d survive our conjoined scars
yet two darken celestial bodies are drifting apart

cause cupids build cathedrals of doubt
and those industrial fear factories sprout
polluting dreamland landscapes all about
where lonely aching hearts go to bleed out
after cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with the blacken earth
when cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with the blacken earth

© bg 2017

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the drowning pool

the lighthouse doesn’t exists in the emptiness
so the jagged tooth rocks can’t be seen
beneath the current sticky bloodied darkness
where the voids poison eats away one’s ship’s spleen

one’s lungs are full of the voids foul gas
a buoyant heart no longer keeps one’s ship afloat
cause breathing has corroded away one’s mass
while the perps preached scriptures as the antidote

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a veins about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

morbid Angels breaths fatten ones blacken sails
cannibal corpses feast on one’s ships salted bane
screams behind the shadows guided the forged nails
the land of no return lost under twelve days of rain

a storm of unstoppable burning flaming acid rain
eats the bedeviled flesh of ones fatten sails away
ones ship is rudderless for it’s the scythe parting one’s vein
bleeding one into the bloodied darkness to escape
ones decay

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a vein about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

smokey tendrils coil from ones dried rolled paper-thin tongue
ones resin memories are ground into fuel for the beast
dragged down into the cancerous bloating of the voids lung
ones residue absorbed to block the light from uncovering the feast

the suspended one has a vivid dream of the immortal dead rising
while black dogs tear the reflective moons breasts to bloody pieces
the craters of the moon are filled with grief from
one’s own eyes uprising
while the black dogs devouring feral reflective hunger
never ceases

one takes a short drop into the black hole
of the drowning pool

drifting through the void all you hear is a hum
drifting through the void a vein about to burst
drifting through the void all one feels is numb
drifting through the void
all one feels is a scream echoing the first

         © bg 2017