Coagulated Bliss

Lower the drape Taste the honey Rotten to the touch Coagulated bliss Over a field of failures A dying oracle Smells of stinking filth From a dead end hovel Inability to cope Refusal to grow A burnt out tower At the needle’s end Tracing withered veins Alchemical ascent Grounded and lifted star crossed angel Upwards to bliss Morphine drip Clogged for good Into a track marked arm Lower the drape Taste the honey Rotten to the touch Coagulated bliss Drink from the fountain Waters run black Polluted with forgotten years