She believes she is dirt
Just the dust of life.
Jumps from the bridge
To rage from the deep.
To feel a beat from inside.
Rapes what was love
For a feeling to rise.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Persecuted of voice
Feet split open
On screaming glass.
Movement incarcerated,
Pain wrenched inside the gut
Breath becomes sharp.
You say you love me
Yet your tongue
Tears us apart.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
She keeps sorrow to herself
Night too day.
Whispers to the wind,
Defenceless to hope.
The senses tingle
When the needle slides in.
No sun will rise
For her broken eyes.
Her body surrenders
To the pale evening sky.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
I am a psychopath
My morals are limp
My mouth speaks trash
****** appetite is wild
I crashed the car for a laugh
I am a ******
. path.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Spring harbour lights
Wash the face
Coffee screeching
From departed bars.
Morning erupts
From the burnt embers
Of yesterday
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
Her smile lost
In a crowd of make-up
Endangered suffering,
Alone.
Whispers of history
Carved to the skin.
Cursed by the waters
Cursed and loved
By the wrong hand.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC