My roof is leaking grey matter, splattered disaster
Scraping, against the grain of my skull.

Slow drip- set in, filling my mouth
Till it bubbles down my throat.

Locked in a chokehold, mock
The dams in my nose as they burst.

I can’t feel hurt, nerves don’t work
Paralyzed emotions feel heavy, all around.

Shelter caved in, weak foundation
Couldn’t stand up to the floods.

I’m left a wreck, cemented
Inside a pool of blood.
Gushing, like a war-torn *****
Spread my eyelids wide open
And show me more.

Expand these clouds that clout me with persistence,
Breaking all that has come into my existence
Inside its heavy rain, inside which, I’m shamed
Named, a parasitic pariah plotting pain.
Children look away, keep your wishes safe
Tethered to the ground so they can’t fly away.
My own ride the melancholic wind that brushes
Against my cheeks in the cold, that hushes
The silence that sneaks upon you as you grow old.

I’ve a homeless heart and a nomad soul,
My body the grave to which they will return.

-SLuR

Shadows crawl into the light, a cowled face I can’t erase.
Replace my vision with the blind but leave a trace of your outline,
Enough for me to taste, to hide with sniffs- come back in drips;
Make my nerve endings slip, and miss the grey. Numb to pain,
Slitting wrists and feeding veins. Bitten lips can’t kiss without feeling shame,
So I’ll smile like a snake, turn, and slither away. Defense mechanisms activate,
The rattle sounds before I feel its strike
And I only see its eyes after feeling the bite;
Pleasure always comes guised as demise,
I’ll grab its hand tight, and let it be my guide
As we follow the venom that writhes inside.  

-SLuR

I spent a few minutes
Looking at pictures of pretty women,
Trying to see how I fit amongst them
It took me a minute to realize I didn’t.
Though ugliness was found inside the difference, only a second split before my decision that I was indifferent to my physical appearance and found flawed pieces perfectly packaged in each member of our species. Yet, beauty to beheld could be seen inside their shells when the tides hidden by their eyes would subside and expose fragility of an intimate kind.

So why am I terrified that you won’t find my pieces packaged perfectly, when the important pictures are aligned inside my mind rather than the outside?

My tide is always low
My mind naked and exposed
But all these shells I bare and show
Are shucked and thrown into depths unknown, to be left alone.

-SLuR

Cover me in the pigment of your skin,
Trace my flaws with fingertips and watch as they diminish.
Help me find god, I’ll call to him in a quiver-
A prayer laid in your ears, by a gentle whisper.
Snake your arms around my spine as it slithers into shivers.

Twist my frame into a beggar,
“Please, sir, I want some more.”
You’re a giver to the paupers,
Benevolent and adored;

Paint me as many pictures, in many forms
Create something beautiful for others to behold
With your talent and your care, your body and your words.

-SLuR

Dreams crack against the harsh reality
That you could be woven from all their mysteries,
A tangible piece to the incomplete- me;
Expand the horizon and let my nomad mind see
Her eyes on the screen, playing open heart surgery
Wipe it off against my sleeve, let it bleed, and repeat.
I’m unsheathed, by your gentle personality;
Frightening vulnerability yet through my veins runs Bravery,
Towards falls and leaps, like counted sheep
Or my chest when you speak as I inch to sleep.
I know, I’m weak and tend to cling
With suffocating, cellophane tendencies
But, a person like you causes static electricity
And I’m drawn to your spark like a pupil is to beauty,
How a dream seeks a mind, how you sought mine.
A person like you is just inclined
To open a soul’s window blinds.

-SLuR

There once was a hero who was mute,
A musical hero, to boot!
His fingers did not strum
A guitar or tap a drum;
He saved the kingdom with a flute!

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A soldier clouded by strife,
To have love lost like a life.
Finds beauty in flowers,
Destroys evil powers,
While wielding an oversized knife!

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An army of soldiers well-trained,
Though, in action they seem dead-brained;
Hit with his own bomb,
That one knows your mom,
It’s a battlefield of the deranged.

-SLuR

Gritty grains engraved inside my shelled back,
I’m a hermit crawling over castles;
Making shadows shiny, grab the shellac.
Leave my remains clinging to the scaffolds.

Ima hermit crawling over castles.
Artificial whispers gusher like dreams
Leave my remains clinging to the scaffolds.
Take the screams and crush them til I can't breathe

Artificial whispers gusher like dreams,
Frothy waves brushing the seams of my skull.
Take the screams and crush them til I can't breathe;
A frail shell lodged in the throat of a gull.

Frothy waves brushing the seams of my skull,
Insert here, the words you could not complete;
A frail shell lodged in the throat of a gull.
My racing tears compete with my heartbeat.

Gritty grains crumble over my feet,
Sandcastles tend to tumble
When left incomplete.

Leave me be, underneath your heavy gaze
Your face I fail to see, as it fogs up in a haze.
Yet you stay lingering, our reflections the same;
If I trace what I hate would you ******* disgust?
Iron and rust, blood churned to acid inside guts.

You’re a part of me, in each heartbeat
You’re a part of me, you I secrete  
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you can do nothing.

I feel your embrace, prodding fingers through my shame;
Pull them out to erase the remnants of your blame.
Your palms dyed red through my bloodshed, insist again
I’m one of them; a demon shedding hell as if it’s skin,
Pick my scabs and my vices to let infectious sin in.

You’re a part of me, in each heartbeat
You’re a part of me, you I secrete
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you can do nothing.

You’re a part of me, the pain inside my screams
You’re a part of me, replayed on eyelid screens
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you shall do nothing.

Apart from me you can’t do a thing, sans suffering.
(Sans suffering)

-SLuR

I could ignite the lingering spirits on my breath, to delight in the taste of death at midnight; entrusting the right of life to be caressed by bony fingertips and dressed in denial. Inside a specter writhes homing in on the heart’s reprise as it aches from deprival of the love it needs to survive. My crumbled chest rivaled with loneliness can depress the spinal sparks that decipher pain from hieroglyphs; message my brain in simple sentences, pay me with imprisonment. The final toll has long since passed despite flowing sands in the hourglass. Cracked are my lips as they slither in secrets, arrest my thoughts for they’re bound to regress into animalistic urges as the sun disfigures herself against the horizon she dies on and purges the deified notion of immortality. Demise resides inside, a parasite of time that no one shall defy. Intangible and fixed, yet unable to predict. Deep and soft it leaves its mark, like a sensuous kiss.

-SLuR

His love is built on lies
Manufactured ties
His love is built on lies
Corporations never die
Spreading love like a franchise
Tears can turn into ice,
Only if you’re nice
And you pay the right price.

-SLuR

My eyes creak open, rusted from sleep
Mice stir between the walls,
Scurrying away with my heartbeat.
I hear a peep, dust falls from the chimney
Sneak a peek around the corner,
To see the perfect form of horror.

Shadowed figure, hidden visage
Eying the room, suspicious.
A malicious grin spreads, fingers twitch
Towards decorated sweet breads.
Licks his lips, as he cleans the plate
Then makes his way to my giving tree,
A beacon to guide this demon, unholy.

Quick with the turtle tendencies
To hide underneath my shells,
Pop a shot in his gut full of sweets,
To feed him my own version of hell.
Can’t speak without teeth, he mutters a “**, **, hum.”
I guess I was a bit naughty, ‘cause Santa is go, go, gone.

-SLuR

I've got your dusty name written on an envelope, and a thousand notes typed out on my cellphone outlining ghosts and the feelings they emote inside my skin and bones where they've come to build a home; Tormenting the residents persistently, with their fermented love of misery. I've grown hesitant, wearing a penchant for loneliness and a cross against my chest. Could you call an exorcist to rid my mind of these pests, ethereal feelings- a constant reminder that you exist. Deep in my heart's flesh, I'm scarred by pinpricks significant enough to know that something will always be amiss.

-SLuR

Death sits atop my tongue,
Ashes dance around my thoughts.
Perched upon my skeletal frame,
Indelible bruises made of blame.

Won’t you kiss me, singe me,
Coat me in pungent smoke?
Let me feel you between my fingers
Before your scent no longer lingers.

I can taste you with every pull,
I can see you within each cloud.
I feel your absence leaking like an abscess,
My throat clawing away at cancer, to say your name
And to hear an answer.

-SLuR

Stir me up like the dust in your lungs when you breathe,
To leave me behind as I start spiraling,
And your airborne memories
Begin gently settling,
In between
Every

Single

Piece

Of

Me.

-SLuR

In you I can taste addiction, bitter
Like the ashy ghosts of my cigarettes
Or the phantom pain of my needle ******.
So much so that our bones share the same skin;
All the raised flesh, every shiver, every itch.
When our fingers start to twitch towards it
Like a pup crawling back to its *****.
Your taste wasted in my putrid spit, so
When our mouths cough up identical twins
I’ll be savoring the flavor of theft,
A kleptomaniac hiding smiles behind a cleft lip-
Raised like an emblazoned cross for our shared sins;
I’ll nail you across my teeth if you rot away, with my cavities
And leave me the three words I never thought you heard.
(“Remember to floss”) Can’t you tell that I’m lost?
Tripping over my own feet, ignoring gravity
I just wish I could sink into the gaping holes I’ve carved in my mouth,
To bury my thoughts when they try to push themselves out.
My tongue traces the words that spew from your throat
Confessing all I'll be is all that I loathe.

-SLuR

The unequivocal sorcerer of slaughter,
I touched the altar and altered my saucer.
Also, I'm flying off the couch like a mortar;
Hoarding powder for that elusive boarder.
I'm bombarding the forest with sawdust,
Open up the squealer and I'll absorb ya.
Kirby the paupers, never mind impostors
From monsters to varmints via carnage;
I'm taking hostages from a cockpit locked in orbit
While you're too busy getting lost on shortcuts
Through the forest, like some forgotten tortoise.
I dream of beanstalks taller than the tallest,
All chopped up as fodder for my fortress;
I'll Trojan horse your forces as a florist
Then harvest your gardens with ordnance.
Ready the warships with torches-
It's turnips versus turrets,
And my furnace is fuming for your service;
No need to be nervous, I'm steady like a surgeon
And concern's always been for the toucans.
My archers carry shotguns for the turbulence,
Your thoughts hang like moss against a blank canvass
While mine climbs like vines towards madness;
I'll finish this with a sickle
And end up myth of the labyrinth.

-SLuR

O Disgust is warped, I am alone beneath its evil.

-SLuR

I found it, finally...

A perfect mirroring,
Who makes me less incomplete.

But Life only breathes with greed;

So it took him away from me,
But at least it left the feelings.

Carve my name in hieroglyphs
On these little oval bullets,
That I'll shoot inside my stomach
To dissolve the spider eggs;
Lain by my queen's sweet kiss.

I want to feel my toes float and twitch
As little legs crawl over the light switch,
Evading my hungry eyes
Starving for a sign-
A breath, a beat; I can't feel my heart when I'm in sticky pseudo-sleep.

Numbness crawls under my skin, with precision
To the places within that I like to keep hidden.
My bed, a coffin; these sheets, dirt.
My bones won't move, lodged deep in hurt

I take these to fall asleep, mentally
Let the screens my corneas scrape
Show and tell me a pretty story.
Where our hero is ****** by glory,
And a villain is birthed by his side;
Distressed damsels are out *******
Petrified bodies to purified minds.

Take me away diphenhydramine
Where my heart won't ache,
For the song the red light sirens sing.

Besotted bones blanketed by a burning semblance of abandonment;
Barren bodies, buried in bankruptcy. Blood birthing blurry abhorrence,
Blatantly boring bowels with trembling butterflies; brittle, gun-shy bullets.
Beastly bugs scrambling between blackness, buzzing behind blind eyeballs.
Bend my vertebrae, bowed like a blossoming babe. Bound embryo
Breathing- bawling, cries reverberating invisibly in the womb.
Abort my breath in its bland, bottomless tomb.

-SLuR

Foreign concepts implant themselves into grey terrain, like aliens;
Landing from a far away, vermillion planet to explore this lifeless place,
(Save for a pocketful of neurons that spend their days rubbing up against my spinal cord)
Blanketed in electricity, sparks cause reality to distort as if clouds fell apart and through the fog
Came God- to **** it. I don’t understand how we so skillfully secrete a monster in a man’s skeleton,
With his nerve endings begging to bend and touch any meagerly love, but they don’t reach far enough
So we inwardly self-destruct; leaving me so ****** that I crave cancer ‘tween my lips, even though I quit;
I want to taste you in my spit, a magical concoction of saliva, sweat and *****;
Concealment of a demon, tactical manipulation. Take my malleable form,
And stretch me out of shape; Use your destructive hands to create your image of perfection,
While I crawl like a spider with a twisted spine in our flawed perdition. Exorcise Christ,
And I’ll exercise my self-rights of freedom; where I’m permitted to be restricted by my own selfish ties.
Entwined in the unimaginable curves of Time, I’ll lay my eggs inside her and devour her line.
Dressed in sebum, I’m born a heathen; fresh out of the garden, apples clinging to my lips.
Give me a kiss soaked in the expensive blood of our sins and I’ll lie there pensive,
Holding on to extensive thoughts, herding them across wrinkles like cattle preparing for slaughter.
Breathe life into this helpless daughter, who’s bones have been hollowed by an ancestry of parasites
And she’ll hallow the saliva that sits on her sallow face as it digs into her blinded headsights.
She’s lying as a larva, trying to fly into a pupal state; her chrysalis diseased like syphilis,
Sores eat at pores and skin, inflamed, aches with itches that penetrate deep between layers of dermis
Her internal organs rot at the thought that this world is the final stop between an endless stretch
Of space and imagination; Let an extraterrestrial race escape from God’s hands through finger gaps
And find a place worthy of permanently marking where they were at.

-SLuR

Waves of syllables softly drift me into sleep, I want my dreams to be an endless sea of your soothing voice. Let your words wrap themselves around me and hold me tight as I fall from this great height, cushion me with your sighs; Heavily, against my neck- my thighs. You could breathe life, with the way you ignite my dormant nerves and get my lazy heart to work, double time. Electrify, every atom that makes up my existence with persistence and I’ll shrink down to their size, trying to hide from your naked eye. Bare your insecurities and I’d hurriedly grow and share my flaws that haunt me like a ghost disguised by my shadow. Wind blows cold as the sun crawls against the sky slowly shedding light into our separate lives, in different times; You’re in the future while I repeatedly hit rewind. I’d travel the seconds that separate us in miles, if only to see your smile- or rather, to see if I can conjure one. I’m imprisoned by the thought that I’d never be good enough, as if I’m a jester that can only birth a laugh by recorded track (Or dropping dead of heart attack.) I rehearse my jokes and practice magic on every turn of the world on its axis but I always choke when it’s time for the show, typing words that bore. The audience in my head is always snoring; tossing and turning in their eternal graves. Yet when you talk to me they’re born again like slaves to your hoodoo persuasion, erupting out of *****, grey skin; you make the wrinkles in my brain deteriorate. Clean slate, to etch myself a new face. Waiting for this dying sun to become snuffed and **** the day so I can lay myself thin against sheets and pray that you'll recite a bedtime story to me.

-SLuR

Hello, my name is Sarah
And I like to write.
Last night my wife
Caught me in bed with a pen.

"How could you do this?
We've a house and three kids!"
Red ink, dripping off my fingertips
I gave them a lick and claimed
"It's not what you think."
But she could see the proof
Written clearly on the sheets.

She cried, through mascara eyes
Blubbering about love and how it died
And I chimed with the I tried and lies,
How I wasn't satisfied with the path of our life
She knew words were my *****,
My own personal vice.
So easy to change- to manipulate
I could take all of my pain,
Reword it inside my brain
And for a moment feel like I'm not insane.

Now she's throwing the blame,
And I'm the one that has to catch it
Boy, she's got great aim
Hasn't missed a shot yet.
Just one little slip and I'm hit
With the biggest bullet

"Get out of my house
And don't come back again,
This is the last time I'll ever find you in bed with a pen."

-SLuR

I am love, unconditional, under certain conditions
You have to have the right views, and the right color of skin.
And I define what's right in this closed mind of mine,
You are all my brothers and sisters,
If you have the right bloodlines.
I praise God, I am God- your king,
So praise me when I sing His hymns, my hymns
You are all filthy humans, wallowing in sin.
Sinless and clean, I am as righteous as Him.
I am love, we are one- if you are like me.

-SLuR?

I try to force myself to dream
With my headphones in my ears,
Waiting for my phone to ring,
So I can pretend that you're there;
And cling,
But everything eventually disappears.
Who can happily fall asleep holding air?
I hate the part of me that descends helplessly
Into emotions I want to stir,
But can never seem to reach.





I'm a monster, a creature
That crawls against the walls of the night.
A lady who feeds off of lies,
Tonguing words that don't sit right
Though they hold truth in the dark side of my eyes.

I wish you'd scrape yourself against my corneas
And squirm to the back of my mind,
To understand all I wrongly convey,
The pain; that you naysay.
If it's not here, then why do I feel this way?
Loneliness overtakes in waves throughout the day, but it doesn't exist.
I just bend and twist to look broken,
Like I need to be fixed; as you insist.
Ignore my scars and what I try to open,
Dusty drawers, that no one cares to rummage through.
I'll keep them locked, and stay hopeless
That anyone's fumbling hands will hold the key.

Leave me, unseen.

-SLuR

Disgust wrapped in disgust wrapped in disgust
Fill me up to the brim, I'm a weak paper cup.
I crumple over my predisposed disorders,
Folding against deeply etched wrinkles.
Let my sickness drip through pinprick holes,
And I am wholly incomplete, excreting my soul.

-SLuR

You used to greet me in the mornings with your cozy, loving warmth,
Clutched inside your gentle talons I was nothing but a helpless worm.
I want you to devour me completely with all of your thoughts,
Let me squirm and get lost in the things that make you up.

Your words are dipped in lust when they were once coated in sugary dust
But greedy time just had to come along and lick all that sweetness off,
Just my luck, life knows I like it rough; that’s why he leaves my heart bruised:
So I know when I’ve been ******, and used up- thrown away like an abused toy.
Oh boy, but how you make my heart quake like it craves to destroy its cage.
Devastate me completely, and I’ll search the ruins for a crumb of your sincere love
I promise I’ll find it here, just give me another second, day, or year;
For me to never realize that something that wasn’t there can’t disappear.
I miss the days when you’d swear I was a woman woven from dreams,
How you called me precious like you were guarding the ring to our fantasy marriage,
But now my words disparage any notion that I could every carry your hand in my own.
You used to roam my mind in pleasant visions during sleep
Now I’m left with nightmares on repeat, why’d it have to be me?
Cursed with these deeply rooted feelings that make me think of you when I’m lonely,
Which is always, I still want for you to hold me and make love to me harsh, yet slowly.
I can feel us steadily leaving as the credits on the screen start depleting
But I’m too scared to muster up the monster called Goodbye.
I want you in my life, though you’ll never be mine.
I’ll sit in the sidelines if you promise to say “Hi”,
If I ever pass by your mind.
But that’s unlikely,
Right?

-SLuR

Pick me apart like cotton,
***** my heart and wear it thin.
I blossom decayed and rotten,
In these fields of love that you have forgotten.
I grow out dry, and shriveled
My roots are veins that carry toxin.
Leaves are born curled and brittle,
Cleanse me with rain, so that I may soften.
Slowly pick me apart like cotton.
Pick me apart, slowly, like cotton.
Pick me slowly apart like cotton.
Running around; endless exhaustion.

My stem, bends, tired and weak
Pluck me up so that I may sleep.

-SLuR

I have so much love to give
But no one finds it as a gift.
I'm cursed to hurt in loneliness,
People only care when I bare my skin.
When I peel it off so they can see within,
They run away into the forest of The Vain.
And my veins ache for the comfort of a blade,
So I can control the pain that everyone gave-
That everyone gives.
Day by day, this is where I live
In the solitude that rejection emits
Look past my skin, look past my curves
Look into my eyes and see that it hurts.

Why can't anyone accept me
Unless I bare everything
Except my thoughts, ideas, and feelings
The whole essence of my being?
I'm just another body,
To be used and then forgotten.

-SLuR

Everybody is so
Sickening and ugly.
Perfect asymmetry,
Assembled imperfectly.
Grotesque figures,
Reaching fingers;
Scratch and shiver.
Impurity lingers.

Contort to fit inside the womb.
Disfigure yourself,
Dislocate bones,
We live in our tombs;
This world, our home.
Where we're scorned-
And scorched, by scourge
Of fear instilled into our hearts,
Where it hurts
Because we break ourselves apart-
So harsh, just to feel like we belong.
We're the same
I'll sing along, I'll sing along
Just don't leave me all alone
In this crowded graveyard,
Can't you feel that it's cold
And our souls are wayward?
Sadness is favored,
Happiness is always tapered.
In this planet created by destruction,
We feed off chaos and all that is disgusting.
I'll **** the pus out of your blisters,
If you make my mind feel like a twister.

Scatter my thoughts
All over-
All around.
And everyone is beautiful
Again,
Somehow.

-SLuR

If I hid your name in every poem, would you notice me then,
Or should I scrape your veins as I trace these words with my pen?
Could I erase all the mistakes that appear when my hands shake,
Or would I just smudge the ink into a more noticeable stain?
I wish I knew terms that could shatter your mind blind,
So, when you hold me in your eyes that little voice won’t reply
“Good try; Better luck next time. Take five, for the rest of your life.”

-SLuR

Let’s hide in the shelter of silent shadows and thick, tall trees
Where I’ll let you touch all the places my fingers can’t reach.
Our sighs will whisper to the wind as our bodies melt like magma.

Hearts tripping over beats, twisting into the other; racing to complete this jigsaw
And when we’re picture perfect I’ll let you hold me long, past the coming dawn.

-SLuR

Pull the screams from my teeth
And remove them one by one,
Like the letters that I carve
Out with my tongue.
I speak with cracked speech;
Words coated with insecurity
Placed and erased, meticulously.
Doubt burrows through taste buds
And I’m left savoring ****,
The bitter flavor of my sentences.
Scrape the decay from this graveyard of bones
That persistently calls my mouth its home.

-SLuR

Your heart is a cage and not a home
In your company, I am truly alone.
I try to break free but you shatter my bones,
Won’t listen to pleas or the logic I form.
Foundation weak, bound to crumple on itself;
You take my body and turn it to dusty ruins,
Nothing left but rubble and disgusting sewage.
Inside my heart trembles from your gentle bruising,
Made from the ways you use me;
You love to love when it’s amusing.

Convince me that I did it so you’re not abusing;
You’re a gift that’s not worth losing.
I crawl into fault that belongs to only me.

I’ve never seen a prison that looked so comforting.
You’re a hungry wolf, though portrayed as a sheep.

-SLuR

Manifest destiny as a sketch in my notebook,
Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate.
Born without a face; She’s got everyone’s eyes.
She prays and suffocates, as if in a dream
Where death lives on safe from the screams.
Hides festering hopes, like ashes in the fall,
She’s certain there’s more to escape from the pain,
In a world of violent rage;
I’m choking on the smoke that fills my home,
While here we lie in tombs with our flesh and bones;
Hatred passed on, passed on, and passed on.

Crawl amidst the ruins of this, there be no shelter here
Empty dream, I dwell in hell; relive the nightmare.
Crawl with me into tomorrow, it’s caged and frozen still.
Like the sun disappears only to reappear on a bed of fire,
A hell that I can grip. But I slipped, an existence mundane.
Like swollen stomachs swallow the one that made you ill;

There is no other pill to take, their existence is a crime.
Catch me when I fall, Death is on my side.

Dressed in slow death born as ghosts,
Ghosts of progress walk unseen,
Past the graves and the gates;

Your voice it is so soothing,
I’m empty, please fill me.

-SLuR

You make my skin burn, with the thought of your touch.
Your eyes traverse my body, dragging daggers across my stomach-
Down my face, carving a smile from my trembling lips.
Encased in stomach lining, worms crawl in a tangled knot
I feel like I’m decomposing, melting into a puddle of rot;
Reflecting your ethereal beauty your perfection
Projecting everything, I am not.

I dig inside your head, consuming every thought
My hands stained by your fair, skin flavored dust.
Why didn’t you come packaged with a spoon?
So, I can devour every last, hard to reach, in-the-corner
Piece of you.

-SLuR

Where are you now, deceitful mighty lion?
Laying over your bed of thorny lies,
Letting the barbs poke and pierce you;
Deep inside your illusioned mind.

You roar as the day grows bigger in size,
I zigzag through swaying blades, freshly dewed.
Picking pointed thorns from the flesh on your side;
Just a weak, skittering mouse to your rescue.

Run and hide, before you eat me alive.
Run and hide, before you eat me alive.
I hope I die, so you can't eat me alive.

-SLuR

Our threads were never meant to cross,
To tangle up and turn to knots.
Beginnings and ends becoming lost,
Until it’s time to be cut off.
I’m a frayed, a lone piece of string
Being worn, into nothing.

-SLuR

Let me lie in your embrace
Of sweetly scented sweat,
My ear against your chest.
Anchored by your breath
That softly plays along my forehead.

The irregular beat of your heart
is a mellifluous lullaby,
It stops the fluttering in my gut;
Pulling the wings of my butterflies.
I feel high when your fingers
Slowly trickle down my spine.

Intoxicating angel,
You were never really mine.
Born to fly, to hover
Over this rotting cesspool of waste.
Your skin is a flavor
That my tongue will always taste.

Let me lie in your embrace
Of sweetly scented sweat,
My ears against your feathers.
My eyes dripping wet.

The irregular beat of my heart
Is a cacophonous reminder of time.
I just want this smell to linger longer;
Like the days we'd pretend you were mine.

-SLuR

A form shifts from mighty spit; fermented knowledge.
Across our land these feet will sift, isolating ignorance
To this world, a gift, skin holding potent opinion.
Encephalon encased in cogitation, thought born
To burn through waste made from infantile contemplation.
A cerise snake slithers through grey; cerebral circulation,
With intelligence it’s stained, rusting the cave of veins.
Plotting mischief, flesh is torn and split; by way of swift tricks,
Life is drained of blessed crimson; a torpid ocean of wit
Spilled into cursed vases. A liquid meant to pass lips,
To share what was been gifted; mixed with honey drips,
A nectar sweet mead conceived by the passion of ugly greed.
Given to gods, and accomplished artisans to savor and drink.
While lesser beings taste that which has been excreted.

-SLuR

The same smoldering sun beats heavy in our burning chests,
And the same shimmering moon pulls at our wayward tides.
Yet still, we find our eyes hold these vastly different skies.

Maybe one day our clouds will connect into endless fields of rain,
Or our star-clung wishes will grow faint as we forget, once desire fades.
All these sunrises, and sunsets s t r e t c h and blend inside my veins.

I’m waiting countless days, just to see your face once before you go away.

-SLuR

Face entwined in plastic lines,
Neck of twine and foggy mind.
This air is mine, as time declines
I feel okay, I feel alright
As pain and panic climb up high.
My lungs constrict and
Twiggy arms twist;
Tied behind, restricted movement
I can feel myself slip,
This is it, this is it
My body rejects but gives in.
Muted gasps play behind music,
I feel okay, I feel sick
Then suddenly it rips,
And my tongue tastes air of ****
Withered lungs savor it, as
Bittered buds cry with spit.
No tears emit from judging eyes,
No 'why's or cries, just familiar quiet.
I'm fine, I'm fine just leave me in silence.

I could never do anything right.

Caught
Distraught
Endured the pain for naught
Escape is my godly crutch
Into eyes my fingers push
Make me blind from all that hurts
Failure.
Failure
Failure.
Reel away this deadly lure
Let me swim in the unfamiliar
Just give me something good for once
This pain, this pain I've had enough
Don't clutch my thoughts
I've given up.


Trying so hard to feel god's touch
He eludes me every time
So suffer I must
With sickly mind anchored in dust
My arms too weak to pull it up
I strain to feel some happiness
To love the burn of sunlight's kiss
The moon pulls tides of negative
High, in my skull where demons live
Under waves of complete darkness

I'll find the light
I'll try to live
Coax my aching legs to kick
Move my weak body to swim
Until the tides have given in.

I'm sorry you had to see me so pathetic
Squirming so hectic
I regret it, I regret it
I'll ignore the pain that bores
Beneath eyelids
I'll give myself to the light
And hope I find it

I'll let myself curl up and die
When my body and time decides.
Innately, following Mother's lines.

I could never do anything right.

You weren't supposed to come home tonight.

-SLuR