FACES SHADOWED, BURNT ALIVE

FACES SHADOWED, BURNT ALIVE

Sunbeams,

away rusted in a throat of an angel in hell,

folded in two,

hanged on a rainbow boiled and falling,

for treason,

so loose,

melted in the surface

of some scenery

exotic guillotines might do

softly, proudly tell.

Masked mirrors alone have words.

Dragged isolation that's to be heard

in doomed whisperings

where the misty spiders howling,

cut in seven,

so loose,

over the time

years passed

so fast,

at last,

with baked waves

in naked eyes,

conquered heaven.

So loose.

Rains,

on neighbors

of deaf razors,

did sneakily soar

upon rays of the clowning moon,

unbound

in a cracked, magnetic, lone wonder.

Echoed in hands,

or sentenced brew,

bloody,

a bit densely,

memories tangled

up in melodies

of snakes,

of promises,

of reasons

of emptiness.