Lee Renard Caspian

Observations of a Troubled Mind

From the earth we rise
From the dust we form
Warm bodies of flesh and breath
A skeletal framework to hold up our limp cells
A rush of hot blood coursing through our veins
To combat the cold dark of the soul
A zombie existence feeding off the pain
The passion
The rush of destruction
Consumption of raw energy

Roots shoot out through the souls of the feet
Tiny sprouts from the tips of fingers spiraling towards the sky
Limbs tangled around one another so we can feed off the force of the other                                                                                                                                                                      
Exchange of breaths
Transference of precious blood
Vampire love in the roots of our bones

Addicted to the pain
Addicted to the release
Addicted to the feeling of power of life within our grasp
Cut out the arteries and hold the pulse
Grip the flow
Release         and breath
Repeat
Atomic desires taking root and growing off our skeletons
Growing within the foundations of our beings

A poison in the soil staining the purest streams
Toxins in our veins and minds
Green floods our pale fleshy bark
Only in dying is the true beauty revealed
The life within rises to the surface
Deep red buds of fetal growth
Drain the heart to feed the art