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SmileA closed void welcomes the vagrant
A thin silver path lighting to the horizon
Something slick under foot
No hold yet perfect balance held on the edge of a moistened blade
A drop spilling into a whirring torrent
An inspiring crimson dye
Fresh fruit falls around rotting as it descends
Flashes of empty eyes filled with infinite insight
A blinding curtain of soft ice
Fresh skin severed between the windows
A small hole filled
A limbless body in darkness
Matted hair thick with blood
Dark eyes deep and heavy
A sadistic curling at the corner of its lips
It offers sustenance, a blessing of life
For the price of its own hope
It holds a fabled symmetry slightly askew,
Without fulfilling the maddening urge to set things right.
A dual existence, a double image,
Yet no remembrance of a single life.
Left empty this whole again envelops its body
Leaving the life it gave to the swirling torrent
A lamb's soft snicker
The copper taste of blood
Why?Who are you? Why do you torment me? What was your purpose in this? Did you choose to be the lie behind all of this? Why? You are the specters that drive me mad, the ones who make me lose faith. You come floating down from heaven, immaculate, with a purging aura about you. You entice me, and draw me closer. There is a power in the creases of your robes and the brilliance of your wings. Your light burns my essence with the radiance of a thousand stars. Oh how I long to meet you. But as I reach your feet, when I can see the slight movement of your chest breathing, you open your eyes.
Your halo tilts a little, then slips around the fait skin of your neck. This bright ring of energy pinches slowly around you. I watch as you start to cough; you raise your hand to your neck, but make no attempt to remove this golden vice. You start to choke. I can see the agony in your eyes, yet you still make no struggle. I begin to cry as your halo
To Whom It May ConcernOh, what is there to express when the heart longs to be loved and it hears no reply? How is one to loose the anguish into flowing words that entice the senses? And all the same what can one hope to gain from this seemingly vain effort. Is it that I am hideous, do I lack even the social graces of the mediocre class? Or do I not belong to this world, just a porcelain plate amongst a sea of the paper ilk? Do I lack the masculinity that is today coveted and despised by all women, the same as they do their libido? Oh to whom have I reached out my quivering finger to tap, to coalesce, if only slightly, with them, only to feel the jolt of delicate skin leaping from some atrocity? How many times am I left in isolation, to rot in some secluded existence, not accepted or refused the company for which I ask, but unheard by those with whom I wish to dine? Oh answer me. Who among you has sincerely wished for my presence for the better of the feast, or to liven the mood of any occasion? It is not th
I have forgotten myself
Denied who I was
I am blind to feeling
I cannot see my own scars
My memories have faded away
The old poisons have run their course
My veins run dry now
My sustenance lost
I stand empty
In the mirror
A hallucination of the past
A defiant bleeding figure
One full of love compassion
My own reflection flickers in his eyes
I can see my cold narcissistic apathy
My eyes close and I turn away ashamed
I have lost myself
In a confused world of false emotion
Empty promises of empty futures
Dead inside, I do not feel
In a fit of rage
The figure in the mirror cries out to me
Calling me back
I take a new oath now
I will return to the old rotting fields that are my own
Fill myself once again with the rich poison
Crawl back into the darkness
Till new emotion in the volatile soil
Attach my weights
Submit myself once more
My old self will not die
It will take a stand
It will cut the line
It will spawn anew
I can l
It drips onto her head.
Each drop poisons her
As it runs down her soft cheek
And drips from her chin
To her knees as she walks down the noisy street.
Each drop is its own poison
A wish of someone else soaked into her skin
Never has it rained with her wishes,
Her poison drops
The hair dangles wetly from her scalp
Matted in the toxins of the dreams of those who hate;
Those who have always had the home
To save them from the storm
She can't escape,
She never knew how.
Even now walks as people piss on her from the heavens
And the people laugh at her from hell.
She has her prayers, beaten, weary but true,
Yet they are taken from her
She is given better dreams
Dreams reeking of the venom of the world
They don't understand how they kill
That isn't their concern
It rains for them as she walks down the lonely sidewalk
Her clothes soaked through and clinging to her pale skin
The poison reaching deadly fingers at her soul
Now it rains for her
Her drops fall from her arms and turn pink
As they mix
I Cry Myself to Sleep TonightI cry myself to sleep tonight,
Because I found what I was looking for;
Something I do not understand.
It pains me that I know so little
And wish to be so close.
Face into the pillow
The streams you cannot see
The cries, the screams, the questions;
All are muffled.
I don't want you to know.
I'm attached to a mystery
Of so much I do not know.
I try to dig deep inside to find out for myself,
Yet when I think I have found the chamber below,
It's just another bone thrown out to me.
All this digging gets me nowhere,
My nails are worn and cracked
And my fingers are black and red with blood.
The ground I dig seems soft as grass
Yet tears my fingers like rocks and shows no sign of wear.
I look around in vain,
And all I see is the pretty grass,
Weathered and beaten yet resilient
Hiding something it cannot yield.
Once again something is thrown at me,
I see it and it pains me that I do not know
And cannot help what I seek the most
So I fall into this rock,
Just For YouJust for you,
A poisoned rose.
Breathe it in,
The fatal fragrance.
Just for you,
A poisoned apple.
Take a bite,
And fall down senseless.
Just for you,
A deadly needle.
Just one prick,
Just for you,
An enchanted dagger.
Take a stab,
A human no longer.
Just for you,
A golden shoe.
Slip it on,
And watch it bleed.
Just for you,
A crimson hood.
Put it on,
And get devoured.
Just for you,
A golden key.
Use it once,
Your fate is sealed.
Soon You Will Have Peace Forever
People live to be alive.
The dead die because they leave.
Not because they should go now,
But because they want it so.
Life was beautiful, like the sea,
Yet hatred repressed it very much again.
With mighty wings comes the angel,
Explains life’s mistakes and lacks
Until you stop confronting the life
And you want only your peace.
He leads you away with Black Guard,
Away in your huge coffin,
Takes you to the realm of the dead,
Your body, your soul and your mind.
You have called for him and now he is here,
The angel of death as your courier.
Spares you your grief and your pain
And let you brag of your future.
The past – the life – already forgotten,
You have to compete with the death now.
Now, you stand there in the dark of the night,
Christmas snowflakes dancing around you.
“Did I want to die?” – “Why am I here?”
I can tell you, life was hard.
Slowly you become tired and you get very weak.
Now, you are not awake any longer.
Finally, it is th
LifeWe walk the road paved by the moonlight
Safe from what we can’t see
What can’t we see?
The pain, the death
The horrors of the dark
The warmth, the soul
The hope we will return to live again.
JuneAll dead and gone like the spring flowers
Withered and crushed by June
A glass tear fell from my eyes and shattered on your cheek
Tearing a hole into your fragile skin
A maggot crawled out and fell onto my skirt
I kissed your parched lips
And tangled my shaking hands into your soft hair
Leaving an imprint in your skull
I rested my weary head on your chest
And heard nothing in the hollow cage called your heart
My fingernail snagged on your stomach
Spilling the rotting contents like desperate butterflies
So eager to get out, but drenched in the cold fluids
I wonder what your dreams would say
When they realize I couldn't carry you to the grave
Because you withered and collapsed before June.
SustainBare your bleeding heart to the world baby
With dripping veins of violet poison
Love, I promise I will tear you apart
Teeth gnashing and shredding transparent skin
Such stunning eyes of heartbreak red
They shimmer and glow under pale moonlight
Do you wish that you were dead instead
As toxic thorns stab at your lungs
Heave your splintered ribs in your chest cavity
Feel them shift into your shattered glass soul
Tell me you taste death on my tongue
Because darling I'm ending the charades tonight
I can hear the hope in your thoughts as it spirals
Cracked fingernails reaching out to clutch it close
Manipulation, fall victim to the sound of this song
Dance with your head on the ground sweetheart
The fact you've endured me so long is unnerving.
Love and CupcakesCupcakes are perfect.
More orderly than cake.
No one complains that they
Didn't get the big piece
When it's all nicely compacted
In a tiny paper cup.
So artful and
Sweet, perfect for friendship or
So of course it was perfect
If not more than he deserved
For him to die
With the cupcake on his breath.
He was just like many
In the news after years
The face of abuse
Dragging them along like
Helpless rag dolls.
Their faces were sunken their
Bruises showed and
Everyone noticed but
No one asked.
He smiled ordinarily as
He ordered from me while
They in their fear hid
Behind his massive shadow.
Why one like him was
Questionable but I did notice
That he ordered
One chance to change it all.
I smiled very wide and
Said that I'd be back.
And as I retrieved his order I
Chose a cupcake
And spare ingredient.
I handed it to him and
He paid and huffed as though
I couldn't touch him.
The secret, of course, is love.
I watched as he c
The Iron Spider
The Iron Spider
Rip your eyes out wet and pouring blood
Collapse weak legged and punctured
Tear your scalp clean, white, and bony
Split ends and dandruf, your hair falls out
Your tongue hangs loose, your mouth runs dry
Your skin turns white, your lungs collapse
The tips of your nerves burn to ash.
You feel no pain. It's not so bad.
You are nothing. The Iron Spider...
...Be drained of Life.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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