The Moon Smiled Back at Me

I saw your face displayed upon a crescent moon That wavers up and down depending how the petals bloom Doomed always destitute fused through infected roots Searching for a message, but there's nowhere left to exit to Heart full of vestibules, scars show I'm resolute Why seek a resolution? Narcosis Heaven-sent Tar grows beneath my feet, dark grows infested fruit Too exhausted, need to breathe, car smoke emits perfume forever I've been Inhaling the thinnest air Fish scales on my skin and hair, set sail, but you didn't care Dancing like I'm Fred Astaire standing on a Finistère Ready for the rocks below, chest still full of rocket fuel Flammable, just another animal for fossil fuel All my words are oxidized jar of flies are molecule I find solace in the solitude Everything grew silent when I called for you I saw your face displayed upon a harvest moon Tried to sing the pain away, in ways I know it's not in tune Save me from the jaws of gloom, maybe I can offer you More than what I say I'm made of lately, it's my Waterloo Hate me for my monikers, baby, I'm a connoisseur Gave away my parts to you, sang it like a cockatoo Smaller still, always crawled uphill to face robotic views Haunt me when the monsters taunt me Talking in their solemn hues together They say I got a way with words It never gave me worth, but still I got away with worse Always dreaming while they take their turn Throwing matches 'til I'm ashes, leave me at the stake to burn Encased in urns, earnest fake concern circus circles us Aching churns, dermis brazen, stay alert in turtle shell Mazes turned fragrant, say the word before I hurt myself Pain occurs sacred when you came up from infertile soil I saw God in a body bag I got lost in the stars, when they'd cross like a polygraph Never lie cardiac in every line, insomniac forever Never go to sleep again, black lungs from the falling ash Giraffe tongue with a heart to match Get sawed in half like the Dahlia Place pain on display in Hollywood Paint it all like Dali would Face of War Fountain pens melting countenances in a drawing book A psycho full of cyclones, eyes closed I go cold when I fly low Brains feed on haikus isolated in my temples, Cairo Bones jut from their homes like they're silos I'm Silent Hill, tell me where the time went Kill Pyramids that followed with the knife gripped Vice-grips always on the mind when the crisis hits Everywhere it's like a mine, I step I'm an atom bomb made of atoms, add 'em up Adam's apple's rotten smashed to applesauce adamant No, Adam, Eve, in anatomy, only albatrosses if I have to speak Another casualty of the casted wings casually I'm high again, vibrant as a hyacinth idling So I pretend that my defense is working Lurking with the burdens that still hide below the surface I know these things have meaning, sometimes I don't know the purpose Introverted dizzy from the disconcerted tizzies Mr. Perfect isn't worth it, give me what I didn't earn Put it in an urn, live and learn, I could never tell the difference When I'm miniature, red alerts read aloud like ministers It's hard to breathe when you're drowning in the goodbyes But I'm still here now, so tell me what that look like? They use a sword to signify that you're a good knight Then use the same one to kill you and say goodnight