In memory of Frank Frazetta, the greatest artist to ever draw a fat booty. R.I.P.

R.I.P. Frank Frazetta

sanity


i stand here

in the silver rain

with silver book and troubled brain

the harlot moon teases me

through the clouds

the droplets

sound like screaming silk

beat down on me like petals

heavy with sin

My heart stopped beating long ago

no snow falls

just the wind

blowing the flakes around

like ashes on the flame

i hold the ravens beak closed

it tears at my flesh

and is blinded with my crimson tears

it speaks in riddles

i have no patience for the trickster

i am no longer i

i am time feeding on time

i am life feeding on life

i am death feeding on death

The silver rain falls like silken cries

and the sun is now a house of lies

my thoughts lay in a sunken crypt

my soul

where the devil's quill

is dipped


-Y