I am the creature she speaks of;
A myth whispered behind timid licks of crimson.
She's a spider and I the fly.
A price I'm willing to pay,
so long as it's her who watches me die.
Take to my side, stick to my life,
eat my insides til I'm cured from this mind.
With tongue in hand, I'll turn your tides.
With tongue in hand, I'll write what mouths can only hide.

These butterfly wings
Just cut through my gut,
And I'm left a ******' schmuck
Tripping over my tongue
And large intestine-
Like a hesitant ***,
Stumbling through disgust
With a slow ingestion of fear.
Quiet the thunder in my ears
Place judging eyes here,
As I shake my paper cup
Fill 'er up, but not too much;
Just enough to feel human.
Cleanse your aching skin,
pay for my sticky sins
And addictions.
I crave to feel your touch
But once our nerve endings brush,
You'll wipe the dirt off and sanitize my love
But keep that point one percentage.
I'll let my own grow with a mother's gestation.
I find comfort in your aged hatred
So I'll build us up, then break it
'Til I'm left lying naked
Next to gritty dust,
To scrub into my wounds
When they open to the sun
Freshly bloomed, memories
That cut my heart so deep;
I'm drowning in my blood,
Pop another lung
As I descend into blackness.
Nothing.
No one.
Gone.

-SLuR

How come the only time
I feel real is when I cry?
Stick me in the freezer
and forget me for a while.
Let me perpetually die
via frostbite til my colors
go from blue to a darker hue
you wouldn't recognize.
Maybe then I'd find the piece of mind
I've long denied.
Maybe then I'd feel alive.
If I told you I loved you
it wouldn't be a lie
Truth be told I wouldn't
get the words out fast enough
and by the time they came your way the earth would have turned
and your world changed.
So I sit in place with this
dumb look up on my face
while my heart beats itself
to death inside its cage.