Flower Of The Heart

Trust in your ineffable heart,
Rise, air streaming in only to escape once more.

Hold your broken heart into the searing sunlight,
horror, frozen as the flesh turns into charcoal dust.
Nothing more than sand carried by a solitary breeze.

Tick tick tock,
Running, rushing towards the bottomless abyss.
Foot by foot, forward. Lifting, pushing. Blood pulsating.
Jump, fly!
Till gravity carries your ashes into the somber sunset.
Climb with waves in the monstrous storm,
your soul consumed by silhouettes staring from the shadows.

Dinner is ready,
Pepper sprinkled on your sorry thoughts,
dissolving in the haze of yesterday, today? Tomorrow!

Clocks measuring existences in gold and dust. When judging arms cross,
fruitless fates decided by wielding time like silvery swords.

Marvel at the fleshy blossoms bloom, the inevitable rebirth of the black and crimson spirits.
Forever dancing in the hollow cavity in our chests.
Doomed to reincarnate, forced by wonderful words and erroneous actions.
Ripping rips apart and striving for the stars,

The crimson flower growing from your heart.