tulip barn
I'm slipping into sadness staring into starless skies,
Seductive sirens singing me to sleep with somber eyes,
Ice inside my spirit spearing me with senseless cries.
Silence searing in my soul and steering my demise,
Silhouettes are slathered over me in shadowed shrines,
I'm sidling in circles , circumventing my surprise,
Slithering in sickness, scintillating sacrifice,
Smothered under comfort suffocated by my strife,
Severed from the source and sorting over my supplies,
Serpents swimming over me and hissing dissing lies.
I'm sorry that my sibilance is seeking and unsatisfied,
Surfing serpentine sentences to send syllabic signs,
Swerving uncertainty and serving up surmise,
Sledding esoteric sighs to supplement the lines.
(So send me criticisms softly so my sin can die)