The man materializes in a carvival for spirits and

the only spectator with blood and bone

Is his best friend because the digits circling his palm

Beat more earnestly than any fists he's ever embraced

The man is vanishing in a carnival for spirits, and

His best friend whispers I love you as his eyes mature into lapis lazuli

The world is turning and his friend begs his absence

You must run, depart, or a spectator will jump down your throat and

envelop your heart

He doesn't know where he's going as the heat crawls into his lungs but he knows

he doesn't want to go there

The world is red, and his friend says "you must leave"

DISorder; drowning in a golden reservoir gritty and hollow

Hanging near nether to kiss his head are the yellow stars, questionable

while Lucifer's bloody digits curl into

retractable fists

He's below a carnival for spirits, and

the clouds are everywhere, everything

Lucifer's red lips puncture every layer of skin and

The man finds the spit akin to acid

His mind is a crystalized collection of gold and red, and

with a thrum, the glass shatters singing requiem

He is a spectator in a carnival for spirits, of which neither Lucifer

Nor his friend

shall attend

golden red, 2016