psychedelic love

countdown to the
nearest thirteen;
life on the red
satin ribbons seem
like fairy-tales in disguise;
dress you in laces and frills
like a string puppet;
the monster under my bed
will bring you down
with my consent;
here’s a world
where skin is thicker
than leather when
you hold the blade;
’tis all the same for me;
rush of cold metal
on your skin
rush of cold metal,
blood on your lips;
live and let live
but kill or be killed;
here’s a hypocritical
world of love;
psychedelic bewilderment
and what kills you
makes me stronger;
i’ll fill my pockets
with your memories,
your darkest reflections
are but a confused
midnight kitten;
hold still, my sprightly love
while i paint you
onto my soul;
blood on canvas.

T. E. Pyrus

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