Kleptomaniac

Bladed pens pulsing
With the heart beats
Of a dying being
Taught between its ribs

Breathing with the collapsed
Coal mines of cold lungs

Quiet as the blood beats
Drip onto the sidewalk
Of a well-lit street in
Downtown

Stabbed in a bedroom
And conscious on concrete

Being bleeding out on carpet
Before screaming itself
Through a pulsating portal
To swirling chords and pages

Illicit paintings
On brick mansions

Floating with the abandoned
Messages of faded factions
Long since past
In this cairn of...