They are not dead just lost

The empty eyes watch for the slightest 

Bloodthirsty look

Red is the color of my words

I know we shall not see each other again

 And the birds keep singing in silence

We have been here for a long time trapped in time

The bloodthirsty creatures lurking here

The trees crack under the wait of our conversation

And they know you are lost

Not dead just lost

And the blood lays

Drying on the empty souls of the dead

Fear rips the love from your heart 

I warned you i was bloodthirsty

And look what happened you are gone and my words are red

And the birds sing in silence and creatures lurk here

We extend a hand

Only to realize

You are gone

Gone and lost but not dead never dead 

You are too selfish to die

Too selfish to accept that you are not perfect

We talked about being the perfect

And you are the bloodthirsty monster

And suddenly it's hard to breath

The air is going to mist

In the mouth of the mountain

And my words are red

 

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    bloom

    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
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    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,