I agree, writing my eating soul is not enough
Metaphors I spill, only my head interprets
I should give up, but my soul won't say yes
Instead, I yell obscenities and keep writing
I won't cry if you choose to tell me the truth
Go ahead and scream ******* Kara Jean

Bang! the smoke trails off of your fingers...

The smell of skin and blood, I find, tends to linger.
I can still taste it dancing in the air, intoxicatingly sweet
And just like you, utterly nauseating.

You smiled at me from 100 feet above...

The shape of your teeth morphing into needles,
And with morphine qualities, I inject them into me
Alongside every memory.

Satisfied with your ****, you pulled out your dagger...

Your weight haunts me,  
Clinging to my body like a frightened babe,
A desperate lover, an infectious parasite.

You carved deep into my chest, claiming your trophy...

I don't miss it.  
The erratic pangs of guilt and hope and hurt, worst of all
That ******* love, who'd always shove rejection in my face.

My heart beat in the comfort of your palm as I felt crimson rain...

Death pitters and patters, tapping bony fingers across my skull
Thoughts he has encumbered in my head leave life null,
His scythe slices, dull.  

You smiled at me from 100 feet above, the sun blinding...

I'm your dog.
Shove my nose in ****, scratch my back. Leash me to the past,
I know all of the tricks- spin and sniff, follow the tracks.  

Bang!  

-SLuR

He stood over shambling souls, his skin falling from his flesh
I could feel the daunting grip of death exude from his breath.
Steadily he held his gaze, carrying countless years of waste;
All the life he had had to taste lay at his feet, disgraced.
I could feel a shiver snake, sneakily down my fragile spine,
And my bones became flimsy as they slowly jellified.
In the presence of the lord of flies, maggots penetrate your mind.
Eating membrane and shades of grey, ******* your sanity behind.
Memories turn into feces rotting in your hollow head;
For even death needs a ruler, and rule the dead he did.

He flashed a wormy grin and bled from his mouth,
Joyfully announcing that I’ve stepped into my grave,
Woefully denouncing me as his eternal slave,  
His words squirmed through decaying brain;
Though wounded, my bravery was not slain
For beside him grew roses on a porcelain face.
If he controlled the dead, she must own their hearts and souls
A glance into her eyes caused a fluttering amongst my own,
I could almost feel them leave as ghosts to her haunting beauty.
Foreign myths place names to such a woman; Macaria, Persephone
Mistress of blessedness, cursed to Death's grip; his unwilling queen.

I held my sword and braced, my heart raced before my feet
Ignoring the fear that demanded I heed, to smite the Draugr King.

-SLuR

Dreams crack against the harsh reality
That you could be woven from all their mysteries,
A tangible piece to the incomplete- me;
Expand the horizon and let my nomad mind see
Her eyes on the screen, playing open heart surgery
Wipe it off against my sleeve, let it bleed, and repeat.
I’m unsheathed, by your gentle personality;
Frightening vulnerability yet through my veins runs Bravery,
Towards falls and leaps, like counted sheep
Or my chest when you speak as I inch to sleep.
I know, I’m weak and tend to cling
With suffocating, cellophane tendencies
But, a person like you causes static electricity
And I’m drawn to your spark like a pupil is to beauty,
How a dream seeks a mind, how you sought mine.
A person like you is just inclined
To open a soul’s window blinds.

-SLuR

Gritty grains engraved inside my shelled back,
I’m a hermit crawling over castles;
Making shadows shiny, grab the shellac.
Leave my remains clinging to the scaffolds.

Ima hermit crawling over castles.
Artificial whispers gusher like dreams
Leave my remains clinging to the scaffolds.
Take the screams and crush them til I can't breathe

Artificial whispers gusher like dreams,
Frothy waves brushing the seams of my skull.
Take the screams and crush them til I can't breathe;
A frail shell lodged in the throat of a gull.

Frothy waves brushing the seams of my skull,
Insert here, the words you could not complete;
A frail shell lodged in the throat of a gull.
My racing tears compete with my heartbeat.

Gritty grains crumble over my feet,
Sandcastles tend to tumble
When left incomplete.

There once was a hero who was mute,
A musical hero, to boot!
His fingers did not strum
A guitar or tap a drum;
He saved the kingdom with a flute!

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A soldier clouded by strife,
To have love lost like a life.
Finds beauty in flowers,
Destroys evil powers,
While wielding an oversized knife!

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An army of soldiers well-trained,
Though, in action they seem dead-brained;
Hit with his own bomb,
That one knows your mom,
It’s a battlefield of the deranged.

-SLuR

Death sits atop my tongue,
Ashes dance around my thoughts.
Perched upon my skeletal frame,
Indelible bruises made of blame.

Won’t you kiss me, singe me,
Coat me in pungent smoke?
Let me feel you between my fingers
Before your scent no longer lingers.

I can taste you with every pull,
I can see you within each cloud.
I feel your absence leaking like an abscess,
My throat clawing away at cancer, to say your name
And to hear an answer.

-SLuR

In you I can taste addiction, bitter
Like the ashy ghosts of my cigarettes
Or the phantom pain of my needle ******.
So much so that our bones share the same skin;
All the raised flesh, every shiver, every itch.
When our fingers start to twitch towards it
Like a pup crawling back to its *****.
Your taste wasted in my putrid spit, so
When our mouths cough up identical twins
I’ll be savoring the flavor of theft,
A kleptomaniac hiding smiles behind a cleft lip-
Raised like an emblazoned cross for our shared sins;
I’ll nail you across my teeth if you rot away, with my cavities
And leave me the three words I never thought you heard.
(“Remember to floss”) Can’t you tell that I’m lost?
Tripping over my own feet, ignoring gravity
I just wish I could sink into the gaping holes I’ve carved in my mouth,
To bury my thoughts when they try to push themselves out.
My tongue traces the words that spew from your throat
Confessing all I'll be is all that I loathe.

-SLuR