DREARY MY DEAR HEART

Jagged line feels fine
as another Sunday morning mystery walks away
concrete in the veins flowing slow as the vomit acid rains
 Chewed words lay dribbled in
kicked around conversation from a time when graveyards hid behind those flesh draped flaws
so another day flattens into suicidal dawns
promise wrapped in ribbons wired catatonic cursed forgotten claws 
oh darkness when you travel
step lightly on the tattooed sight
 ring a secret silence
which only the passed away can voice
how bored that sign which points my way
with circumstances now the never given pain
circular in the divine
biological the systems strain
 
COME NOW THE GROAN OF THRONE IS BURNING 
AND DREARY IS INSANE