sweet death come unto me
i lick my lips with satisfaction
no longer wanting more
i am done
the path has grown cold
but is colourful in death
the rosy blood spills and splashes
in each and every direction
i have hit a dead end
sweet death come unto me
kiss my lips with the poison of the forever-end
wash over me like a tsunami
pull me under and spin me 'round
we are unstoppable
end this nightmare
i wake from a nightmare,
a nightmare where i was alone.
i was cold,
frozen to the bone,
and in a lightless place.
i feel my love behind me,
not quite touching,
but there all the same.
my heart flutters in happiness,
still recovering from the scare i got.
i can sense them like a detached limb,
i always know where they are.
they haven’t moved in a while,
they must be in a deep slumber.
i realize its freezing,
roll over and snuggle closer to my love,
a comforting smell,
a warm body.
i reach my fingers out further,
only more coldness.
i stretch my limbs out to resemble a star fish.
touching all corners of my bed.
my heart wavers,
they were never there.
i never had them beside me,
never had been in love.
it wasn’t a nightmare,
it was real.
Today I come to the ends of my own unwinding. There is a lens piece around the corner on the docks. there are stair who don't relate to you. There is a truck with a window and a sign light up with a soft yellow spot light. As if to jump-launch straight out of the vehicle passing straight into space. In a world where you have perspective and see fit only to see today. There was a man I knew existed before who named out a name that I couldn't and nor would I ever have. There is a mad concrete haze stuck in our teeth! The downstairs gremlins drive semi trucks down the streets, they know the road are too narrow and the still go. Fat chance for that man who is with only himself on a bench, in the rain, by the truck, on the sand in some beech ignoring any demand of the world. So much has to be lost before defeat comes as a cold drink under the stars.
i crave your bubblegum lips against the velvet of my neck
your cold fingertips tracing the scars across my wrist
telling me i was always so much more beautiful
when my ribcage felt heavy
and my collarbones were visible
food is poison to us all
i'm alive, but barely breathing
so hungry, but scared of eating
scars and razor blades and pills and tears
these are a few of my favourite things
crying at 4am, glass of vodka by her side and your letter in her mind
her memories of you flick through her mind like waves of salty relapse
an ocean of blankets surround her fragile limbs; cold
knobbly knees and awkward hugs
pale bones and lonely hearts
culture burned off my fingertips,
splinters, morphed into unsightly locusts
behemoths are used to scavenging.
peering at the soft light,
the seconds flew by,
a voice mystified the atmosphere
the walls began to turn
reveling in my pattern sinking
deeper than paradigm.
stardust clouded the room
all was natural.
most would call it ambrosia of the mind,
when matters most at hearts is failed to be recognized.
candles whisper their oak secrets.
one would, prefer a wine tasting
licking off the fine print left behind on the fold.
illegality, temperament, bitterness.
a lifetime wouldn't be as cold.
once again, gathering my thoughts
smoked cleared the room
only lipstick was left behind on the chalice
what remained of my vision
was merely the clearest confusion.
Even if i wanted to let you in, where would you go?
To which universe inside me would your consciousness reach?
Which pieces of my untrained past,
will you touch with your pointed emotions?
To which heart will you march?
For there are many,
some cold, indifferent,
some calculating, tired,
and even some still flushed with naivety.
You can navigate my poisons,
creep through every ache I've known,
twisting into depths, i have yet to reach.
But you cannot fix me,
because a fundamental part of me is broken.
and one heart will always be irreparable,
because you will have faded away,
i will have lost you within myself
And yet so cold
I unscrew you
So that a neon flora
Above and empty room
Purple and green petals
Glowing in tubes
In the peripherals
Blue eyes shining
Bolts striking the rod on the roof
Emblazoning momentarily with
Sharp and blinding
Strobe like for
A split second
Followed by the thirty-two inch sub
Making you quiver
And clutch the fuzz on the side
From a land far away in a long lost time,
So far in the past that no one can find,
Deep in the forests of ash and of oak
Lived an old man that the elders had spoke.
Ageless this man, though ancient he was,
Told stories of the time that once was;
Stories of love, stories of war,
Stories of greed and so much more.
He would tell his old tales to young and to old
Every night by firelight whether t'was hot t'was or cold.
To those who would come he would delight
With lore of lives past or lore from last night.
But of what he did tell where a few gems,
Chronicles of a man whose life had once been.
This man in the stories in which he did speak
Lived in the hearts of both strong and of weak.
So now as I relay these timeless old tales,
Imagine a time when dragons did sail.
An age of brave knights, of kings and of queens,
Of magical realms and things left unseen.
When warriors fought valiantly with weapons of steel,
And peasants to royalty would bow and would kneel
Enter this lost medieval land
Buried beneath time’s own sand…
And sit a spell, let me tell this story that I know so well…
A kiss goodnight.
Laid on the
Tucked in tight.
Love has gone
To rest this