The Puppy That Barks In His Sleep (Soon-to-be Grave)

My mind has stopped working
However, do not worry
It is merely gathering memories and sorting
Perchance to tell an exquisite story

All the while
The world has turned gray
And dull like a nail file
Maybe this is a better way for it to stay

Everything is neutral
The milk has gone sour
But reality has curdled overall
Dreams or false perception in it's power

My heart pierced by crying bullets
All the while, harsh smoke leaves my lungs
My brain's job is to fool it
Into thinking that nothing stung

Afterlife

There was a knock at the door
And heaven knows it was not God
Nor any other friend for scold
You see the funny thing is the situation of this card

There was a rap on the window
But it was my heart that shattered
Into fifty small pieces of a dead widow
Ne'er did I know of a divorce from life that was so tattered

There were scratches on the carpet
And if he hadn't been so kind as to lift his feet higher
I would have not given him my chest locket
Making me more adamant about my dying fire

The lights went out
He guided me over the couch
He smelled of rot and sauerkraut
He feared my religious doubts

Away from this hovel
Far past deep space
Where no messages reach, not even postal
I am face to face
With simple nothing

On the Relevancy of Fear

The night is calm like her dull dying eyes
Its immortal beauty feeds off her nightmares
And keeps secrets shrouded in a moonlit disguise
A trade one can say is fair

However, on this night
Much like that of any others
The blood in her veins carry fright
And her skin nurses transparent creeper crawlers

Her throat is drenched with sour saliva
Bits of her skin rot like overdue cries
There is a pungent odor of cafeteria guavas
Then a white sheet is pulled up over her dull dead eyes