Legible, Grey Reflection

The suicide prescribed continues away
The knife waves as a childless face
Destroy contracts a map to rest
Blood begging to boil, giving a smile
Radiation redemption casts off a remorse
Can't believe the life that rips such holes
Tattering wells, again the bucket dips
Releasing a flood of salmon, the flushed swarm
Try as one might to begin a new friend
Alone, the sting closes a mind of physical corners
Flesh will cringe as only a curdled cream
Sour cream, so thick, will never clog infinitely
Refill this glass with shredded, malt skin
Oh to be dead, the laughter stains the pillow
A puddle of likely, caresses the socket
Gone to a meadow, dew drips from a sky
Red sky to swallow, the entrance surrounds
Sink to a level of earth, convincing as clay
Slowing it pulls up to the neck, curtainess dirt