Thyme, Dry, Plasma

Vaseline on the eyes
Blurred, stirring blackness
Swirled caffeine transit
Invent self-destruction
Through a straw, plastic

Wooden eyes splinter wet
Violence exerts a siege
Treason on the tower, ravage
Purple clouds cast over
Sullen villagers converse

The wicked candle expires
Whispers to screaming 
A barrel and shells shout back
Painters dip in cherry jam
Coating the estate with passion

And as insects melt
Wings deliver blanket epoxy
To hold a moment, too stale
And a pestilence crumbles atop
Decorative life seasoning