Summerdeath -

Split of a second, my need to decide

Retina’s stained, visions of your smile

Your struggling, wild beauty, sharp fists opulence

We’re so alike my Dahlia — see our resemblance?

Your life to memories small, fell apart

You are a yesterday, rotting with your heart

Your pain was numbed, all fear was breached

The traces of your life I washed away with bleach

Lifeless and cold incisions enfold

Jesus wept

Jesus wept when he saw your carved face so raw

The grotesque remains, red stains on the devil’s claw

Lifeless and cold before you grew old

Murder

Life flourishing garden, liar in wait

I’m the un-belonging ghost faced wraith

Final the hour, your pain isn’t love

Cold flesh and a little knife to dispose of

Jesus wept on the devil’s claw