MANIA without the c ----- A STRANGE TYPE OF SUICIDE

no warning rains
when suicide reigns without even a borrowed crown
wrapped in warped time
 crystal in its pink grin
crushed by the world held within

Drinking at the bars
Angels created walks in a lonesome howl
stumbling I stutter
falling you no longer hold

Each piece slaved to  the dark night
I've collected to keep you in light
but now suicides echo
returns in my blasted sight

Days like homeless hours
speed by in crucified years
jesus he weeps with you
and angels no longer know
tender skin flayed by the moon

Pale blue eyes
sinking in moonrise whiskey shines
mornings created as deaths painful suprise
linger on and I pray
on grass mountain peaks
throwing souls into lakes
watching them feed
pale blue in the thousand eyes

crystal pink
rigid in the pretty cave
crushed in front
of the crowded me