the wood creaks
and the roof leaks
with tears
our tears
because we're broken
and a full house
doesn't make a bountiful life
nor does a fancy couch
make a house a home
roar until the shingles fall
and weep for every brick upturned
we're in a house fit
*humble abode,
ruined by rage,
up for sale,
purchase now*
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
chew my tongue
detonate my lungs
strip my heart
and rip me apart,
my limbs
my soul
myself,
entirely
it's only a matter of time
before i do it
with my own scarred hands
so you may as well get a head start
there's no line if you come in the morning
then again
there's no line ever, to be honest
merely a crowd consisting of one
one being i
for the rest of the world is too busy,
planning their own self-destruction
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
press the words into me like vinyl
and let the needle pierce my finest features
i'll play for you
melancholy melodies won't mend your broken heart
but perhaps they can soothe it
let black record lullabies charm you into oblivion
i'm a vice-like symphony
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
catch me on fire
set me ablaze as fast as you can
put the coals under my feet
so that my heart burns brightly
a target for you to pierce
don't miss
wondrous heat you glaze me over
burning the chills off of me like demon wrath
apologies to my skin
non-existent, they're ashes
catch me on fire
with the hot burning intensity
of your rage
because you say i deserve it
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
When I stand next to them,
I feel like an outsider.
When I'm without them,
I feel lost amongst silence.
In what way can I save myself
from inner torment,
and stormy self-pity?
Every social task is a chore
and when there is none to be taken
I find myself bored.
Strip me of my name and social security number,
and stick me in a room where I no longer exist.
I'm shedding my skin,
taking leave from society.
I'm on the outside looking in
forever-more.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC