Catacombes De Paris Poem by Ethan Moyer

I want to see beauty.
I want to see the ethereal bindings.
I want to see the transcendental star murderers.
I want to see peace and war in the badlands.
I want to see decrepit desert children, bled and
Broken, so I could see the world.
Desire is insanity.
I’m no follower.
I’m writing my will at a young age,
Cause I don’t expect to live past myself,
Or the world.
I’m a wine-child;
Richer through age, and drunker by the
Soul of the people.
I live in the days past the tints of my glasses,
And in the nights in the womb of my imagination.
Welcome to the mad-mind of right,
We’ve passed the funeral,
And met her last kisses.
Vanity,
Insanity,
Broken back soldier,
I’ve sold her
At the fair price of broken hope,
And 42 dim lights.

Vast murderous moonlight
Streak the beaches, and
Corpses.
Naked, for a dollar.
I want roses and poems in my grave.
Bury me in the catacombs.