there was a girl sitting at my grave in the middle of the woods at night
she looked like she was born to live under the moonlight
I came up from behind and told her that it's alright, to dance on my grave
'cause I'd rather laugh about all those times we were told to behave
she asked me how I died, said that the train rider wanted me dead
he had an empty dollar figure reward on my head
I turned around and showed her the knife in my back
came around full circle and said, let's never look back
'cause I think too many people say that and never mean it
yet for some reason I believe I mean it when I'm looking at you
'cuse I think about all those times, I told my gravediggers to beat it
yet somehow when you stomp on my grave, I feel new
it's why I came out from underneath my tombstone
'cause I felt something that reminded me of home
it was nothing more than a vibration
a sound I was within, where I've always felt alone
sorry if my boney hands frightened you
as they clawed their way up from underneath the dirt
sorry if my dangling eye ***** made you feel uneasy
I was only trying to flirt

she told me that she thought she knew me
never saying a word
and when she opened her mouth
out came a blackbird
as if to say
hey
I think I get you
as if to say
hey
I'm grey too
yea the black of the black bird clashed so beautifully
against her white teeth
I think I knew that this girl most definitely
came from that place beneath
that place which seemed at first like Hell
a place that seemed so far away yet so close
a place that feels
as familiar as the haunting of a ghost
yea this girl was braver than those I knew most
braver than the Devil
braver than Jesus Christs most daring boast
when he died on the cross
and said it was God who he loved most
yea, she started laughing
yea, we were dancing
we were dancing on our grave
laughing about all the times we were told to behave

drenched in red paint
dripping down the curves
of her body-
of her body
onto the floor
which begs for more

we walk upon eyes
of the eternal Chaos- Ouroboros
in this home we've built
with the solidity of the swirling waters
dripping down from the vetiver
of where I first met her

those curves
Oh, those curves

these eyes, with no mouths
speak to us, possessing us
to paint the walls
as wild, as feral
as the thousands of sharp teeth
of the thousand wolves running deep beneath

they circle us
they consume us
like the Chaos
like the Ouroboros
they consume us
they become us

and so, it is so
we are flipped upside down below
running, churrning within the deep flow
we are the eyes, always knowing where to go
further than the mother of the winds can blow
brighter than the mother of Hells most fiery red glow

we are, drripping onto the floor
devouring, converging, begging for more
we speak in deep howls, speaking no words
lifted up, her legs wrapped 'round my hips, like the wings of a bird
moving, swaying, to the rhythm of my weathered sea legs
as the moon, moves closer to the earth, and begs, she begs-

to be like her and me

can't ya her the warring seas

can't ya feel your weakened knees

giving in to your warring plea's

blood red, blood blue
it is all the same
the moon and the ocean
have no name

the walls are painted
the walls are red
give in, give all
'til you've nothing to dread

give in, give all
'til you've nothing to dread

so sweet we were when we were children
yet now so bitter we are
existing as the words on the tips of our tongues
admiring the shadows of trees
cast upon our pale bodies
beneath the pale moon

that bottle could be bigger
as we beg for more silence
I feel as a vampire in the quiet
as I listen to the beat of her heart
churning her poisoned blood
expanding her veins
and raising her skin
from somewhere underneath-
fire
within fire
fermentation
of soul

and it becomes inviting
as I have aquired a taste
for Hell
and my lips are warm
and pulsing
loose like a wild flame
melting into-
teeth biting
and it is like the old man said
with no words
only wisdom
and blood on his lips

it bleeds out from me
like the raging seas
comanding stories
of ancient mysteries
only seen
by those who lost their words

"Do not waste"
she says,
as she notices the red
trickling down my lips

"Drink"
she says
and of course,
I do

just as one
bleeds their own blood-
with the sweet smile
of when I was a child
who had first undestood
what it meant to drink-
of course,
I do

There are several truths that float here
Like leaves on winters infinite pool
And sometimes sink after hours, further,
Into the depth of my breakable mind.

I am almost always clothed to the body
Of an undetermined tomorrow,
Suffocating in the sleeves
Of any hopes shirt.
Keep you, I have been, for there
In the dirt road of my eyelids
You play with the riddled veins
Light cables unmet by reason.

It is not a tragedy, because
sideshow children were once living
And in their surrounds
Alive, beautiful people breathed.

I will be eluded by a string of pacifiers
A mobile above my head at night
But in-between lies of mystic creatures
And pearl planets, I will always be met by myself.