One of my favourite poems I've ever written.
Spine formed of golden coins and shining discs,
A soul that glitters, cold and
Unresponsive, in my bleeding hands.
Broken matchsticks, spent rounds,
Raw skin alight in
Dancing blue flames, weak and
Dizzy, cupped by flesh skinned of its warmth.
All wrapped around in gleaming metals,
The ice never set your heartstrings ablaze
In the pain that breathes life through my
Frozen, bloodless lips.
A cold grave awaits beneath
Collapsing lungs bang brutal at my chest,
Tamed numb inside these waves of dope.
Glass hearts ooze within an Iron Maiden,
Impaled atop the shards they spun.
My waking nightmares spawn new pills to
Barricade me in this slaughter-house.
Electric stars implode the minds
Of filth-angels dying in the dirt.
A penumbra of good and bad,
Your filthy angel lies under the dirt...