Dark Universe

It’s on nights like this

the devil calls me home

with little pockets of stone

and electrical charges

face to face

with dead tones

my body embedded

in powdered pale

reflections of

mercury

blood

ice cold

and blue

It‘a on nights like this

withered and weary

I call to memory

black mirrors

tangled strings

a soul wind howling

and your coffin

collapsed upon sand

as I go on

aging and living

through this hell alone

It’a on nights like this

oceans become

hurricanes of doom

while lovers fall

intoxicated

by breath

and crescendo

ink turns to

ashes and soot

watered down

tattooed

and scattered

across this

dark universe