Monthly Archives: November 2014

Coroner’s Report

A harsh light and my skin is screaming 

Do not uncover its secrets
This world
This audience.
Is not meant to see it
Naked and saited
With all of my effort wasted
I called on my sanity to never leave me
As people use and mislead we
Feeling the burden
Lungs heavy laden
Dizzy with Euphraxia
This drink made it all a bit hazier
A bit rosier
Let’s see if I can swallow easier
That wandering green spy found me
And all the marks forced on She
Caressing and soothing
Blood oozing, pain mounting
Yet I scream and smile, declare my love for this world
Try to forget the battle and Wednesday’s girl.

Try to force myself to forget The Hosts

Preying on my flesh.
I look them in eyes I have engrained in my mind
All I see is Circue du Soleil

Taste of darkness

Physically eating away at my brain
My conscience going insane

But how do I hang onto my insides when I want them outside
To fix, with the natural human phenomenon to pry

Just give me hope before I make my wrists cry

A type of biological vanity of the mind
To always think of new way to repress and induce me into a state of anxiety even though it is me

If I scream will you hear me then
Or will that just make you uncomfortable enough to section me

Before all I am dangles in front of the false me

Before I’m left with loose footing on this bridge

I wish it would get a little brighter, I can’t seem to get my feet right…

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A Little Higher.

What do you want from me

I give you everything.
I’ll give you it all.

My body, my skin
My mind in all of its corruption and sin

And still I promise you, that your soul will not be quenched.

So instead I’ll perform for you my very best
Not do as you say or you instruct

But I’ll put together both our heads.

And I’ll make an explosion in this bed of both our minds

With its residue laying on these spreads…

And I’ll promise you its me talking
Not these trees or meds

Like the breeze, you’ll feel my tongue knocking in the curve of your neck.

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