My grave

Walking in the ink spill
painting the floor black
gotta keep drinking all the red
my eyes still lit to green
blue is coming from my lips
the lavender in me
hair of crimson pink ribbons
my skin all a flame
walking in the ink spill
soaking up my grave

The parlor

Setting up the parlor
with all the nicest things
the trash from the below
is enough to make you scream
run through fire naked
and bleed what you don’t mean
the teddy bears are all up
all waiting for their tea
the crumpets made from spiders
carry so many wonderful dreams
setting up the parlor
just as one does the mind
dressing up the armor
soaking metal in good wine