Red-Eyes B. Yeti

Her hymn, it lingers
 Impassioned ears may heed the scripture
 Born into this
 I pray that I may exit this body and burn through another
 Born lost
 Maroon paint strokes fade the lost name
 I know in time they'll forget the words
 That they wrote for me
 Under your fingernails,
 I spelled a moniker
 Not easy to remember
 Wrapped in plastic meant for me
 You're still a monument to burned out wicks
 And candle wax spilling from the glass
 Pure erasure somber as it is sentimental
 There's no division in a body for which the soul has pure chemistry
 I was promised stone, such as granite, to lay eternally upon
 But here I lay mute, draped in glass not solid nor shattered
 Though my hair lived saturated in warm golden rays of sun
 She now sits meticulously preserved,
 Above cold darkened boards of wood
 I know in time they'll forget the words
 That they wrote for me
 Under your fingernails,
 I spelled a moniker
 Not easy to remember
 Tarnished canvas by paint so thin
 The work pressed to my eyes
 Tarnished canvas by paint so thin
 The work pressed to my eyes
 Now I can't un-see it
 Red reflects off those ruby eyes
 In my mirror, they look dimmer
 This curse I wake with,
 I sleep with
 The taste of lavender
 Boiling, it melts my tongue