SpaceSuit Dreams (age 14)

Please don't ask me to explain, I don't think I can.

Real horror show romantics
find their way homes
once again.
Rotting flesh poetics
in a mid of car windows
and bloody gloves.
Sadist happiness
in spacesuit dreams
Fevered children dance
miserably happy.
While faking orgasms
on a warm summers day
Ballistic waterfalls
of foam rubber blood
descend upon you delusions
My angelic white room
made from rotting diapers
and fallopian tubes
become blackened with light.
Space suit dream
from past life acid trips
structured death and memories
Befalls us many times
shelled life existence
falls from the grass
Swallowing my quilt
with sand.
Space suit dreams
and fakeful motions
seem to mock a demon's virtue
Space suit dreams and hypocrisy.