The Artists Rendition

The Artist's Rendition

Hands stained with ink

I draw my hands back

Full of blood and tears

Sweating singeing singing

From music of the night

That the grim reaper's

Twins stole away

Scraping seeds scything scenes

My blood has not yet dried

From painting the sky

Full of deathly hallows

Expanding, exploding, expecting

The unknown places of warm

Pleasure made fear comparing

Despairingly my heart smiles

At the dream it made

To keep dreaming

Even if it breaks your heart

A wound stabbed

With the pointy end

Wanting to bond and mend

The brave soul  torn by pride

Going too wide to be at my side

I cried...

That the tree had faces

Making many new cases

Out of jaded affairs

Disturbed by the bears

Baring bastards born

Birthing sacred stars align

Stringing, strumming so

Seamlessly sowed  the

Thoughts I never had

Thinking that they were bad

Pushed far back  in my mind

Saying  you're not kind  enough

For the great or good

Enough, stop telling me what

I should or couldn't do cuz

You don't want to sue per

Person pursue people persuading

To ensuring  that  your heart

Will break in all the right ways