::: Graveyard :::

I see myself dancing
in my own graveyard
if only I had a partner

I feel empty like rain
and cold like sunlight
heavy as a summer breeze

I wish you were my love song

I seem to be torn between
this love and longing
such maddening lightness

like Ophelia, I suppose
I could drown on myself
weighting for my death

do all your meanings have flowers?

darkness has become
far too comforting
so I hold tightly to it

closed eyes don't see
the painful world
stepping stone to stone

::: Corpse God :::

little miss goddess
tree for a brain
when will you ever see?

you've failed so bad
you are not a stapler
to hold things together

another white dress
to hide the splattering
of all your blood

don't desire to be
the hopping corpse
dead hunger never fills