Wondermonger

I look at your heart
veins made of anger
I dive through your ribs
skin torn asunder
in a place
a place where we're younger

I swim with your thoughts
in the deep down under
I mumble a poem
to you it's just blunder

Messy hearts
made of hunger
in the night
of the black, stormy thunder
there I found
my very own monger
selling me crumbles
crumbles of wonder

Love me or leave me
or shoot me or stop
come with me somewhere
where we are no longer not

devoid of our sorrow
our laughter
our lives

Aligned with our wishes
I follow your dots

Messy hearts
made of hunger
in the night
of the black, stormy thunder
there I found
my very own monger
selling me crumbles
crumbles of wonder