You Are the Beautify Hell

blue veins appear from your thoughts reach to the brain to the heart to the lungs and lead to NOTHING that's what anyone would say I have no doubt when i showed up you were the cornerstone of the back yard the road furrowed by liquid corals treasure dug deep of thieves in the night silent traffic light raining of the indifference between red and green the divorced rain on the face of a weeping woman gradually you transformed in a hospital with spiritual realities in an infinite scale ready to penetrate the lily apocalypse from which it feeds the mouths of all that were and none for the one who would stay You are the beautify Hell where love is made on the sacred fire anybody no doubts it would tear splinters from the soul to retain you always on.