A Sereis Of Joe Sweet



                         That feeling of fire crackling though the heated mannequin is invigorating.
                         The feeling of shame shots you in the chest like your ex lovers name.
                         Don't you love that feeling of all the vultures eyeing you like your their next meal.
                         When you stumble on a syllable or two.

                     Don't you love it when you remember those trips and stumbles that you took on your
                     journey.
                       O but you know that you cracked your porcelain emotions.
                        You can't fool your little birds when you say that your Comus.
                       
                      Seraph's from above laugh and giggle for your modesty and shame.
                       The gods above shower you with the demons sadness.
                      And your people inside you pick at your cracks that you caused yourself.

                    You say hello to Gods midnight son.
                   And as you lay on the clouds construction workers made.
                   You think about your mothers thoughts and feelings.