Jealous Donors

Natural alphabets,
Skip a line,
Graphite written,
Fine, divine.

Packed in sunlight,
Breath of kind,
Growl of chapel,
Feeds the mind.

Short words don't fit in harmony.
You've skipped a beat,
These words are lonely,
Empty, screaming violet shades of green.
Repetition plagiarizes my very own scene.

Where's the beat,
Abortion keeps?
Taste of fowl,
Prowls beneath.

These organs don't fit in so well.
Donors tasted quicker deaths than anyone could tell.
Empty, blooming, wilting, birthing a heart buzzing violet, green.
I'm fucking it up again, and you keep blooming, blooming at the seams.

Do I have to keep repeating?
All your feelings I'm conceiving,
But they're dying along with me.
It's all your fault, don't you see?
Please stop screaming at the air if you can't even pass a word through me!

And I beg of you, console me.
Out of my pain, is it this time worthy?
Of all that lurks, and irks, and disturbs me?
That piece of it all that just might turn me?

But breaking poem, lets stop these tears.
This doesn't change a thing, my dear.