embrace

never take off your mask
don’t ever let the sun shine
upon your face
don’t bathe in the golden glow of the moon
nor wet your cheeks in the sea
be forever afraid,
i shall to entomb you
in my eternal love

Star

eyes

You are beautiful. Yet sometimes I look at you and I see your skull beneath your flesh, your smile the ivory evidence with which you grace your adoring bootlickers.

You’re a crime waiting to be committed.

You are a star. Not only in my mind, but in the real world. I’m loathe to question what I did to deserve the favour of your regard.

You’re a scandal of obliviousness.

You are a thief of hearts, a plucker-out of eyes. You’re a weakener of knees. You don’t care that I care that you’ll take any one of them at the pop of a button.

You’re a violation of trust.

You are beautiful. You use it like a weapon to perforate the thin skin of those who dissolve in the devastation of your gifts.

You’re an injustice of nature.

In your artistry I see the wickedness of your self-loathing. I see your skull, white as the lights which sustain your ego. In those who bow to you I see your vulnerability.

You’re a consequence of disarming riches.

You are beautiful. As you ascend to the stage, your presence larger than any man can hope to command, you destroy me again and again.