The porcelain empyreal
Like a bride
In the palette of
Free Them O' God!
Free them O' God!
For, the wind is spewed with ashes of hatred,
The bilboes that wait to bangle the innocents,
Hauling them down the barbed streets,
You are my heart's home,
You are those reborn rays of light,
Even amidst darkness that roam.
You are the fragrant filled breath,
Beauty In My Broken Places
It is as ardent as a ruby
And nonpareil as a gold,
Decked with keloids like pearls
It is a pure treasure trove,
I am addicted to pain,
For they say,
After every night,
There is a day,