Unmasking Poetry

On Our Way To The Execution 

 I kissed you like it was the last time 

our silent trauma bleeds together 

In our messy chaotic masterpiece

You gave my dead flowers I’ve brought back to life 

don’t forget to pick up chocolate on your way to the execution

fire outside our window, 

We freeze in the night 

Our pain dipped in weirdness 

open the windows 

to breath in the smoke 

make love to me in the  ashes 

The executions are coming 

let’s live while we wait 

sing songs to the children that we’ll never have 

I cradle the corpse of my broken dreams 

lost in the ashes 

let’s sit here and scream

hold each other while the world goes insane 

apathy  nation 

they choose not to care 

As our future is dying  

we dance on the graveyard 

we long to atone 

yet the sins were not ours 

 atonement you must make 

execution notice of our neighbors today 

we mourn them in silence 

our prayers are unspoken

don’t bother

no one cares 

let the fire consume you 

executions will come for you in the end 

maybe one morning when I wake you’ll be gone 

Or perhaps you’ll lose me in the dark of nights 

all we know is they’re coming, 

we must learn to fight 

together we’re fire

alone we were cold 

I made you  tea from my weeping 

 put tears in our stew 

Each kiss is a reason 

a reason to live 

To speak life into silence 

You’ll paint earth’s destruction 

I’ll write it all down