The Illicit Limbs bleed...

On top of Mannequin Hearts,

And abuse broken hearts.

Carving blue faces in paradise.

Lovable marionettes bonding with lust...

Causing a possession...

A lost confession in bloody heaven...

Where are the potions for these withered emotions?

Because when light missed the drop of rain...

It was left unforgiven and alone...

So screeching foul tongues illuminate...

Under the eclipse of reality...

Perfect fireworks master control...

Sprouting envy to lesser souls...

Gambling for gold in the sleepy dark...

Insomnia crawls up the bark,

And makes a loud spark...

Creating broken nights with love scars...

...

In the beaming lights of tomorrow,

I awaken to a garden filled with sinful ivy...

Murder speaking to my eyes in particles...

Just to close the barrel again...

Listening to the unarmed dreams of haven.

Wondering if the humble nights will caress my bones,

And reward them with a descending halo.

But if sleep is all I desire then...

I don't care.

Let the harmonic waves cover my deepest abyss.

Feeling the comfort of the scarlet ghost...

Coloring my mask in a curvaceous purple.

Reminiscence of the old me...

Closed up with life and me...

In the sky with buried sugar...

Called nocturnal dreams...

Drifting...

Slowly to...

The right.

Separated from the right...

And causing wrong...

These dreams have given up on me.

Glaring at my sanity with clover eyes...

But if life and I could...

Just pause,

And rewind...

At the time where I held ten thousand hands.

Absorbing light from the summertime.

It's crazy when the past becomes the definition of...

"A new best friend."

The future holding blind miles...

I fear that they're filled with dancing cobras...

Engrossed in auroras of the white angels.

Sprinkling feathers of the softest pillow...

Covered in a dark white...

But under a sober light,

Only "Shi" understands me.

Whispering through the bricks and stones...

That was not spoken...

Silence sleeps between nothing...

I sleep between two great waterfalls.

The sweet sounds of panic settling into my bones...

Hidden whispers covering my Keter.

I wonder if it was her voice...

Covering whole minds in a wasteland...

Manipulation becoming her favorite drink...

Drowning melted bones into her blood.

Grumbling Diaries were written in tears...

Howling the seven languages of fear.

But one note held the lands of the copper dragons.

21 of them...

Swarming to the Gathering of the Lost Moons...

Rich in purity like gold doubloons.

Yet all were blind to the diamond wring...

Encrypted by the untitled lambs...

They swarmed my innocence,

And dropped me off at the highway to hell...

My corpse turning into a deep-fried chicken...

Cooked for the damned in distress.

Hanging between God's space...

It's too dark to even see his face...

But a hole opened up through the deep mass of vanity...

The birth of vultures cleaning up the piles of rotten souvlaki.

Sabotaging houses of the forgotten winds...

Bringing about the blasphemy of omnipotence...

The clash of solid water drowning the darkest hero...

Wrath covering his veins and molding his existence!

Covering his tomb with breathless life!

His body inhaling lost tempos!

Leaving peace in ruins!

Humanity has yet again...

Taught the young how to perfect the art of shadowing innocence...

A stranger can't even hold a gryphon's feather...

Without hearing thy final words from the talking winds...

Stop...

Where is the stop?

Where is the anchor to this poison?

We would rather listen to a famous scorpion...

Rather than an unheard cocoon...

But these loving shards from the red martyr don't matter anymore huh?

These sinful parties held by the Plugman in limbo...

Cutting our souls with its dual scythe...

Bleeding victory and sewing it up...

Like we never found it...

Like we never realized...

That life is a masterpiece.

If you read this poem until the end, thank you. The bold letters represent the title of each of my poems in this poetry collection. I gave it one final go and combined all the titles into one complete masterpiece. Hopefully, you not only enjoyed this poem but the entire collection if you read it all. Or even if you read just one poem, it means a lot that you would even consider wanting to read my works. Thank you. 

This concludes the collection. Hopefully, you enjoyed and don't be afraid to tell me what you honestly thought about my poetry. Was it confusing? Mindbreaking? Emotional? Relatable? etc. All of these emotions are meant to be expressed into our broken rainbow we call home. Thank you once again for reading this.

- C.M.Crain : )