Flames

Yellow flower bloom in the tomb 

Bleed the words that spill from my pregnant wounds 

Veins that birth Hurricane Manic

Losing my mind in the fiery panic 

One split thought here and a wild one there 

Clutching my eyes and pulling out my hair 

Tangled in a fire that just won't die 

Every time I breath it comes to life 

Rages and tragedies and sonnets I have burned 

Spilling them like wine for the pain in return 

Retribution and rebirth upon the page of sorrow 

I will rewrite yesterday to write the over-morrows

Screams that pierce in the midnight amphitheater 

Grows sweet like honey sweet through the spear 

Flames for a heart and smoke for my breath 

If I should be kissed be it by the cold lips of death 

I rest my hand upon a pen and it begins to curse me so 

Pain that I scream but no one will know 

For internally I burn with thoughts I must entertain 

Fierce as lions unless they are tamed 

Flowers that bloom but enrapture so quick 

Like a sip of poison that I can not admit 

For kept in the cage of the hand grenade mind 

I cannot sense space and I cannot sense time 

Like a rose in its prime 

Season awaits to capture in cold deadly grasp 

Try as it might the words on my tongue can not pass 

Sweet poison I drink as an addict of sorrow 

Oh love is the curse I wish not to borrow 

I don't prefer blood that spills on the page for a lover 

But rather for the tears that spill for my brother 

Call me a sinner for writing these tragedies 

But I will appease the flames before the Sweet song of harmony