It could only be a liquor-soaked tongue
spitting lines of future love,
grinding my memory to the ground,
leaving me with no recollection of the sound.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
You are not here
though you are breathing beside me,
in the hole I have dug from dream to reality,
stitching the wound to stop my mind bleeding;
reminding me to breathe easily.
You fill it up when you are not with me;
but you are not here,
you are not with me.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I left it all behind
only not to long ago,
I bled rivers from inside
and peeled skin from bone.
I keep hearing white noise
and knocking in my head,
I'm waking from delusional dreams
on the underbelly of my bed.
There's no peace that I can find
in such shallow pits of grey,
when he's only a fog of fabrication,
hanging with the filth I stow away.
My skull crumbles at the temple,
yet I'm the one to blame.
Let my ***** mind leak through,
I am glad to be sick again.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC