Memory Graveyard

From the moment of conception

To the first real picturesque perception

We degrade -

never staying on the same page

Creating craters callously, in order of clades

Burying the decayed in paper graves

with plastic spoons... or spades -

it's the same

Maybe make a distinction just in case

Shake the lapels of your man

He's a rag doll turned human

She says it's okay - wrists gone ochre

His memory graveyard - pain tinted ombre

The air is stagnant in its ambience

Sickly sweet atmosphere strangely somber.

A drop of oxygen - overload the sinister

Down a sinkhole - stuck in the tar pit

Feet a mosaic of burning blisters

Rooted to the soil, ready for the final hit

Therein lies she, at one with the earth


Fuelling electronic veins, a resounding rebirth


He built a neurotic graveyard, gilded with rubies red


Red as the blood trickles on the wall - she left.