I don't give a ****
If you're busy. You're not busy. Why do you say You can always talk to me When you never talk to me.
My head hurts.
My sweet one.
He has fallen. He's down. He has been cut. They've landed a strike on him. He is bleeding from The thigh. Dripping down. Red water down the skin. No no.. Allow him to cry.. Let him feel it.. Meanwhile stay with him. Just be there with him. Remain at his side. He needs healing. He is lying down. Wounded. Hurt. Assailed. Damaged. Torn. Shreaded. Murdered. He cannot take another Blow like that.
Written shortly after a self harm episode. I've been assailed by the sinister grips of discord. I. Am. Guilty.
You’ve walked with me,
Through the dark days And I need your dark roast In the deepest of ways And your warming presence Consistently stays As the sun bursts through the gate I find myself anxious I can stand when you’re late When I hear you’re coming I can just hardly wait I’m pacing and racing I need your taste I know, from my lips You won’t drift very far So Coffee, thank you I adore all that you are
D E S T R O Y
THE ONE WHO INHIBITS YOUR EXPRESSIONS. BE. JUST BE. TEAR A HELLISH PORTAL UP YOUR ****. SHRED YOUR RIBS INTO 8 PIECES. BREAK EVERY WALL UNTIL THE KNUCKLES BREAK. ASSAIL THE MIND WITH IMAGERY. REACH INTO THE ****** AND MAKE HER INTO A **** GOOD PUPPET AND WEAR HER. CATACLYSMIC ****** AND SHARE YOUR BLOOD. KISS YOUR SKIN WITH RAZORS OOZE BONE MARROW AND AND AND AND HANG YOURSELF FROM A **** NOOSE. SNAP THAT NECK. LEFT TO RIGHT. ***** AND CRUMBLE. TEAR THAT SKIN. Be. Just be.
I'm not encouraging suicide btw. This is a poem of a mad mindset, fuelled by rage and resent. Some of it is words said to me, as if it were some unethical commander. Some is just thoughts. Some is graphic imagery. But all of it is disturbing.
Do not hear!
It will rouse discord. Try and walk...
Might be best to move on from these old songs.. Watch out for the overwhelming sadness they can bring. It isn't their fault. It is the mind. Walk..
You see me
and think I am alive, hair, bones and teeth heart swelling, shrinking, pulsing blood but kiss me and you will taste death, lingering like icing sugar on my blistered blue lips