The Man Who Sold The World

Fall is coming, december is crawling towards it's naked time of unshamed appraisal, I'm however locked inside the walls of hell smelling the crooked flowers and rotting basil.
The cement chunks that hide the blood I sprayed are cracking and the leaking top is not to my liking,
I colored my hands blue and stripped the skin from my palms all in hope that the hidden gold would be kept in solitude far from people's interpretations.

It's the urge that can't be raised, by no amount of words will my mind be praised,
The strep throat that catches my eye,
The birds that pour death into the sewers come rushing by
I feel my eyes ushered to the veins that pop from the angels neck,
Instilled in the hair of the unbothered population is the disease that I wrote,
The one I created.

Hovering graveyards are stapled to the painted smile that roots from my sleepless dreams, I ran from the world in my dreamless sleep.
The air is dripping with chemicals that dropped from the dying sun,
Extracted by my very hands, embedded in the moons atheist knife,
I took it and killed all life!

I don't feel even the simplest drops of rain, even the cruelest rays of the sun reflect from my skin and catch hold the arms of the grass.
I've grown tired of my empty nostalgia,
Every prayer I send is thrown in shreds back to me, even god himself denyed my reaching hand and grew bleeding clouds in my most sunny fantasy.

The final reflections I see are the last breathes of all humanity,
The wolves sense the fall of the alpha,
They run through the paved roads and wage wars on the young and the old.
The cold snow has made the clouds into icicles, vision is belittled and whipped into the dark nature of the storm,
My roof has been blown and my doors been torn.

The silent yells of the dark have held bullets to the side of my head, I'm surrounded by blood thirsty wolves and the cold has started to bite my fingers down to the bone.
My eyes grab hold the wolves mighty roar, colors remind my brain of
The strands of sadness I had to endure
To pass by the creases of love
I would've sold the world,
And so it was, I handed the secrets of humanity to satan in his own temple of earth.

Regret is staring me in the eyes, flesh still stuck in it's fur
It howls to my surprise as I let rest my urging eyes
I hear it's tapping thighs,
It runs towards me without a moment of rest
I close and see the weeping faces of light in union with the breeze pushing west.
I feel the extinguished world take apart my body and sink it's teeth into the brain I had already drove to the asylum.
As everything goes away I catch one last glimpse of the rising sun, what a beautiful sight it's is,
I hold up the flower of eternity and give it a final kiss.