Blood Fountain.

Her body hangs in the cold winds
Hooked onto crooked trees.
They said,
They told me that love,
Love is undefeatable
But look at the picture
And tell me skin isn’t a worthy barrier.
In thoughts of death, am I afraid to live?
I’ll watch the towers in peace
But my heart still hurts in metaphoric symphonies
As nonchalant pianos hit the wrong keys
Nothing makes sense
I will never understand.