troubled lullabies

Resignation sounds around you, rising up
from an exasperated earth, freezing fear
into languishing lips.

Gentle tremors rock a riven heart to sleep:
troubled lullabies from the other side.

 

metamorphosis

Slipping off the costume once again,
you become a sweet creature of dreams.

The common body, buried beneath
a flimsy gauze of naught, is shared with
no one save the Devil.

Slipping off the costume once again,
you become a hellion of horrors.

What is revealed?
The darkest parts that have no shame.
What is concealed?
The golden parts that have no aim.