Male

Rough pencil scrawls of what could have been...

Bright flowers there were

I somehow couldn't catch their scent it seemed

Colours weren't quite right... ?

A fumbled tickle of summer sandblasted by the jackbooted night

Sun went down

Moon rose

We basked in the whitewash somewhere near opaque silence

Just as ghosts in a storm of black noise...

Cold fixed stars shining all over the tight tarpaulin of unsun void only.

Separation

All stars screaming

... needle holes in heaven...

Another nameless soul on the blacklist

Snorted the sun, saved the moon for morning

Now awaiting further gathering of the clouds

Bathed in grey stroke black

-no way out it keeps coming back

Noise preventing rebirth

We bathe in shreds of whispering glass

Moon fell

Sun cried

Kept the dragon down, chasing the moon now

With my teeth? And claws!

Down dragon

Moon chased

Teeth wide open

Claws at your pretty throat

Afell asun, arose athunder!

I am an e-flat mage

Chemical curses on the rampage

Head full of daggers

For the backs of random strangers

I suggest you keep an eye or three

Upon your enemies... my dear!

Accidental summer caught mid coitus

Smiling winter zips the up

... Saunters aways with a whistle

Whilst the good weather bleeds rain, torn asunder

... Tears for the cold dried only by their owner

Nowhere left now, death of our only summer