i lock myself up and i have a knife
i cut my wrist i feel the pain and let
it in i enjoy that pain and to feel the warm blood
trickle down gives me the chills that i love
the pain as the blade pierces my skin feels
reveling and i stay locked up i hide the truth
from my family they'll never know for they
don't
want to
the mangled bodies lie beneath me,
as i watch her face from with a distance,
she's my bride of death
the only soul i bleed.
i bite her flesh, but its decaying in my mouth,
i feel the maggots hit my tongue,
i see them falling out of her flesh
she's all that i want,
my dead love,
teasing me with all that could fall,
she'll fade away with time,
but i'll find another.
so cold as i place my fingers on her skin
like a porcelain doll
she looks as if she's in a deep sleep.
her beauty untouched of the years of ageing
she entices me, i will not find another like this.
Not of this beauty, not of this feel...
She's my dead love, my only love,
she agreed to be mine even in death
i hugged a stranger
during a street carnival
because a man with eyes like the moon
told me it was destiny
he gave me a pebble of hope
which i stuck down my throat
and prayed for it to at least
taste good
because destiny so far has only
ruined it for me
my body aches from
hours and
days and hoursminutesdayshoursminutesdays of
secret whiskey
and pounding music
to numb it all
to numb it all
and i will pretend i hate it all
when i wake up
when really
i hate being at a point when
life pivots back to planning my next stumble
i will pretend i hate long nights forgetting who i am
and wonder how the cigarette burn on my wrist
got there
i am aching from
clenched muscles, curled in and
shuddering in my sleep
tight-roped
tight-skinned
tight-minded
i am exploding
i am clawing away from the hurricane that drove
through
the middle of my chest
and i pray to an empty sky
like there is somebody there
to save me
I got words to write day and night
Just to find that inner light
You call it word play
Between the grey
As I close my eyes
I realize
It's a gift and I must use it
It would be a tragedy to stop and lose it
It is therapy
It is ecstasy
Released from my soul and mind
The real me with in the context you will find
As my heart is revealed upon every page
Every emotion every tear and every ounce of rage
Is it a calling? I'm not sure
When I write everything is genuine and pure
This needs to be said
The escape from my head
To quiet all the noise that shall reside
As I hide
This is the best way to know me
Through every page and every line I feel free as could
be
The only time I really visit reality
Once I leave this desk and this computer I return to the land
of fantasy
There's a cold dark corner
in the back of my room,
it speaks to me
and says I'm coming for you.
As I lie on my bed
in the fetal position,
my eyes are closed
hoping and wishing.
Maybe that one day
my dreams will come true,
that I don't have to be here
so down and blue.
The corner keeps talking
about how I'm going to die,
all I can do
is lie there and cry.
As the corner gets closer
and takes me in,
my soul starts to burn
as so does my skin.
My bones shall lie there
turning to dust,
my bed surrounding
nothing but rust.