Painted Entrails

She paints the dead stars

That collapse onto the vacant canvas

Communicating channels

That swell within her nerves

As the core flies

To the ends of disillusion

Time prepares the prospects

Of what existence is

As one shall flourish

Through antagonism and eagerness

With bravery

To pursue

On reaching for

The sunlight bursts the moon’s nature

A savage world is destroyed

Taken for granted with each breath

Inhaled the death of prospers

And the no longer living beings

Foretells a fulfilling longing

As death tastes so generous

All who embrace such elegance

As astonished it reveals

The darkness ever reaches out

For sinners we are

In the end

Our cravings become clearer

A coffin seems amusing to me

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