Tearing apart the tears of crying angels

Maybe a bit of this and that shall cure it.
Destroy it.
Remedy the rot.
Seduce the soul.
And clean up the putrid leftovers.


Diamond rivers, the flood gates released.
Choking me.
Without reason.
Without thought.
Why can't I sleep until it is over?


Pop, pop, pop, goes my brain.
Slushhhhhhh and shhhh goes my blood.
A flutter of eyes
And a siiiiiigh goes the breath.
. . . . . . goes the silence.