A rose
of the bloodiest
red
pierced the holes
of iris
He was swimming in the fiery
stench
of the sunlight
where
the putrid bird
cut flesh into pieces
with his lips
of a sulfuric, hardened
yellow
wallpaper.
Just another day at the MC
Slipping
on dew drops
glistening
in the wind.
Wet water
wet water washing
Fiery Sin
of Spacial Perception
liquidizing into
nothing but
wet water dew drops
Glistening