New collection of random poetry. Marked as "mature" cause there will be some strong language later on.
Your dark brown eyes; graves for stray souls,
Reflect the amber streetlights, and the stars implode
In cosmic brawls; the moon is cheap cocaine and neon
Lights mixed together like heaven's gold drugs.
My heart is a brittle, skeletal remain of the
Girl who used to play with fire.
Now she faces death with a gun through
Her painted lips.
Human connections are only for the
Beautiful People; who have not
Fallen into urban decay, or wished on
Stars for suicide.
We have no time for this foreign disease;
The overtly innocent call it love.
I prefer this rough contamination,
And affection with a blade in each hand.