I have murdered the white lighted queen
when she was sleeping in my naked prayer
held her ghost with a bent rod through her soul
sticking the rod through her diamond eyes
which were attached to her spirit skull
trying to watch me from my blindness

I carried her to my own grave inside my soul
it was crowded with the winds of voices
she turned into a cloud of blood
and it flowed through my soul vein

I have murdered myself in her bosom
creating an absent minded blown ecstasy
where the sun is dark and the darkness is bright

I have died to breathe in the tornado
of her possession of my imagination

I have murdered to hold in the glass
of invisible solitude with hands that are not mine

I am strung up in her eyes and carried by her sounds
of a silent scream in a canyon and a endless white sea
that speaks in words that cry like baby angels

WOW VERY EMTIONAL LOVE THE WAY THAT POEM SPEAKS TO ME YOU CAN REALLLY FEEL THE WORDS WOULD LOVE TO READ MORE