Room For One More

There's a glare now,
over foggy fields of hearts laying on the ground,
spewing blood all over the dirt and onto
the now soggy white roses granting them
scarves of red.


Melted stars, warped and half cracked open,
spewing a humid gas of tears, call out to me
"there's always room for one more,
in the land of Magnificence Lost."


There's only the sound of footsteps,
and sobs from a mouth, maybe mine
running through a day of endless preciousness -
now a night sky of sludge, thick, hot, and deep
transmuted by infidel alchemy.


I see black shoes standing on their own
looking up, there he is, with little cat eyes, and
with you, his power stick pointed at me,
and grabbing you by the balls.


Disintegrating, giving myself back to the Earth,
I sink as my heart tries desperately to purge itself
of its love and blood into the dirt, as I leave.
Night and its glare fading away into something darker,
Eternal spinsters and bachelors, like Cherubim and Seraphim,
grant me "Mi Sueño Final" from romantic loss and ectomied paradise.