Does Your Love Hide?

Do you watch me sleep?
Does your love
hide under a rug?

When I'm singing
do you hear me,
as I flit
along the gardens
of, lonely too,
the silver bells?

Incomplete

When it comes to words, I work wonders;

until wonders fall on you.

Then my script splits as a serpents tongue

past speech, I know not what to do.

So I drown myself in the slimiest grey
hoping some genius will fall through.
But in all my mess, I still confess
my weakening is you.

Its sick and twisted, rotten and cold
addicted to a someone I never knew.

Of A Library

I dreamt of you

once, today.

Crawled through the catacombs of your brain.

I drank the liquid

smelled the stain,

read through the journals

that wrote your name.

The ground, it shivered

across my skin

through the haunting white, covet,

I plummeted in.

Became something I have never been;

introducing the monstrous magnificence.

An exit, so binding,

ran from me.

Holding jealous, was the key,

unlocking worlds never seen.

I sought the moon, 

just past this door

a smile 

she held for me in lore...

Fell beneath 

the cement floor

searching an escape, gasping for; 

breaths be short.

You took the time to come, what for?

Was it worth it? 

Tell me now.

Oh, but your breaths have stopped, so how?

Hands so curious for this skull.

Speak to them, tell it no!

Oh, you can not?

Well what a pity

I suppose I will take your story home with me.

Trapping the cover of your story within me...