Excelsior
Let us live
This life of knives,
Juggling razor blades
Along with babies.
Smiles of red
And laughter
Like gagging,
We shall prevail
Against nature
And ourselves.
Stack the wood high.
Add books
For the burning.
Let not the troubles
Boil in the sea.
Welcome them
Along with all nightmares.
Tremble gently
At the touch
Of a breeze,
Breaking
All the fingers
On each hand
That would hold you
As you dance
Along the precipice
That separates
Day from night,
Past from future,
And happiness
From all the other
Emotions
That overcrowd
Your mind.
Horror Sleaze Trash 