Male

Rough pencil scrawls of what could have been... 
Bright flowers there were 
I somehow couldn't catch their scent it seemed 
Colours weren't quite right... ? 
A fumbled tickle of summer sandblasted by the jackbooted night 

Sun went down 
Moon rose 
We basked in the whitewash somewhere near opaque silence 
Just as ghosts in a storm of black noise... 

Cold fixed stars shining all over the tight tarpaulin of unsun void only. 
Separation 
All stars screaming 
... needle holes in heaven... 

Another nameless soul on the blacklist 
Snorted the sun, saved the moon for morning 
Now awaiting further gathering of the clouds 
Bathed in grey stroke black 
-no way out it keeps coming back 

Noise preventing rebirth 
We bathe in shreds of whispering glass 
Moon fell 
Sun cried 

Kept the dragon down, chasing the moon now 
With my teeth? And claws! 
Down dragon 
Moon chased 
Teeth wide open 
Claws at your pretty throat 

Afell asun, arose athunder! 

I am an e-flat mage 
Chemical curses on the rampage 
Head full of daggers 
For the backs of random strangers 
I suggest you keep an eye or three 
Upon your enemies... my dear! 

Accidental summer caught mid coitus 
Smiling winter zips the up 
... Saunters aways with a whistle 
Whilst the good weather bleeds rain, torn asunder 
... Tears for the cold dried only by their owner 
Nowhere left now, death of our only summer