Heart-breaker

Let your heart break some glasses;
mirror images overrated stuff indeed.
Indigo -- here we go again -- amasses
glossy upstart Townsends to be passes
of Godsent fervor, from scrutiny freed.
As the tint seeks a cure to endure the speed
of dripping paint on the wall to be dry green-grassed!


Let your heart break some sticks and stones;
bones loose they marrow and poison from quivers.
As all the arrows off-shoot sprinkles some wombs;
how many Hill-Giants could be birthed or entombed?
Lucid dreamers, unite -- to usurp the state of Shivers;
the null color of nihilism and no fucks in Hell givers!!
All demons long hair must be benevolently combed...

Let your heart splice some hairs and raise pins;
with the power of the minds eye, no stone goes unturned.
Even the silent memes start crying out, as the donkey wims.
"Servus lo vult" the needle is stronger, than the raised chins;
pushing the button nerves to the brink of seduction churned.
No pain goes unspoiled, in the pleasure of destroying burnt
Rome once again, to appeace Nero and librarians of Alexandria gringe...