muerte
body hijacked
adrenalin
pure as cocaine
standing alone
the darkness laughing
acts repeating
a looped mind
drowning
cold copper sweat
scarring a tongue
flexing
blood covered hands
unconciously
hissing breath
weighted
from the act
glimmering stars
feintness reigns
eyes unfocused
pools of crimson
widening
in closure
still able to stand
images of war
running
looping
clean as moonlight
cloudless
behind eyes
disbelieving
this is not real
scents of rot
tightening lungs
how could I
what brought me here
no one answers
not even
the puppets body
crumpled in the corner
no longer able
to raise
the hand of hate
forced (air)
Miles away, as you part your lips to speak,
I still breathe. The basic remnants of sleep
have become a vice, bringing you in
without keeping you here, splitting my mind
further toward the core. These images
beseech my heart with the flash fires of your
mind again, my comfort reliant on deprivation.
You step across your own paper lies and weep
when they won't heal, sliding always into
your own vaults uncomfortably. Realization
of visions lost to the film archives behind
these eyes comes after the eleventh hour,
when all you wanted to be real was already
on the fading edge of what was. You blink
back daily, regret as your iron shoulder,
and I still breathe.
untitled
[remember love and hate slurred into one word]
she pursed acid lips
words fell to the ground
echo.
"You need to feel my pain.
Nevermind that you've been swallowing
your own for years, look what you've
made me do to myself! Whats that?
You didnt hold the blade?
Well, I'm here to make you feel
as if you had, monster.
Look what I've become!"
I try to warn people
but everyone wants a taste
maybe I should lock the door
take an eraser to my blank page
[I tried to believe]
I promised forever
I'm living the same lie
same line
[I tried to stop the flow]
love pushes my processes
[she thought she could taste the rain,
I'm the bastard
broken [don't use that word]
I am the liar machine
feed me a quarter of your soul
I can show you
who you really are
witth a mirror
a sigh
taste heaven
then watch the bile rise
in your mind
in your belly
[I only tried to help]
turned away
you wont
cant make me taste your pain
weak
strong only to your eyes
I walked away with broken wings
footstep for an echo to carry me
tomorrows (yesterday)
I spoke with tomorrow
wanted to know the way
she told me to look backwards
tomorrow was today
wearing new make up
a dressed up little whore
waiting for the same abuse
that we gave her before
trade off
your sun falls
so my moon can rise
shadowed by life
hold me
flesh on flesh, eye to eye
primal heat rising steadily
scent of your sex scintillating
as the sweat sticks to the silk
clinging onto you, form fitting
just hold me
