Belly Rose Ghost Sunlight Disincarnate

Look at me your bittersweet memory tied up in knots, wheeled to an early grave buried 12 feet smoked naked to the early morning. Awake just like your butterfly cracker color shake. Split jaded kisses. Ashes corrupted fire. Passion sweet wind's departure. Hold on to the steal and waltz to the thunder's sky. Dust a light feather breezed through the room. Stoned for 9:00 weather. Cold fingers sweet enough to puff grandma's scarf on the 4:00 news. Decaying body returns from the grave looking for revenge and a summer night's rage. Ghosts drinking tea their soul rifting the stage. A maze of bones. Victims for the early pain. A dead disease broken and distorted spread to be free lungs tied to breath. Fleeting, weeping, forgiving. Empty, alone, sleeping. Delicate midnight peeping two eyes torn between life but no point to pull the ache the spirit doesn't lie. 1 inch tree willow praying there is a line but divide your hairs and nestle toes, a broken head. Rest, the puzzle is shifting red. Piece together the change of sadness. Death is a dance. Ride the wind.