is this it?(not the strokes)

sale your favors.
eat what you want
you rip me out of myself,
and hold me to what i'm not
leave my case completely untouched.
the blood on your lips isn't enough.
to satisfy the creatures
climbing up the tree,
that claws into that embalmed sky
that we all trust so much
but whats beyond the eyes of life?
a prayer? a god?
a lease on our thoughts?
twist me into everything i'm not,
to make me see the folds of existence
the sign reads keep your distance,
as you solve the problems,
they bite like the light hits the curtain,
and the night was wasted.

Green Light Burst Behind His Eyes(unfinished)

collapse the hate.
leave the holding breathless
as i consume this aching couch, the rugged bastard.
a lap full of blooming flowers,
a carpet painted under my feet.
i'll eat you sour, like a jinx.
remembered as a canker sore
(alex brown's verse)
the sores blossom across the floor of the room
like a blanket of white roses.
we light our torch after shrinking to their size,
and enter the wedding colored forest
with all reluctance about to erupt from our stomaches
out of our dharma.