Paint over the stain
In this old home
Plaster over the pain
You don't let the tears roam

Is it worth
All the time you waste mourning
Until your swallowed by the Earth?

Carpeted floors
Absorb all the sounds -your dying moans-
All that blood, all that pain you bore

Is it right
That you fade into the night
While they set your picture on top of a black box
In the spotlight?

I am the only demon
That will show you my horns
-you can run-
Because I will
Always find you

I am the only demon
That will love you
And keep you safe
Because we kindled the
First flames of hell together

I am the only demon
That will spear you with my tail
And raise you
Because you'll always ask
To do it all again

Mist
Rolling in and over
Hidden stories
Keep me up until
I lose one day and the next

Laughter
Ringing, singing, pinging
Around in circles in my mind
Under my eyes

Maniac
Staring into the static
White noise, falling from my mouth
Tapping, breathing, clicking.
Collected life in three's
Patterns, turning, spinning in a kaleidoscope
Just a soul, fingers, a bottle dripping ink

Sleep
Calling to me
But my hands are click-click-clicking

My head throbs, but
Pain is a small price
For this addiction, my sweet bliss

Sleep
Reaching for me
There's darkness that I need to see
But my mind is tick-tick-ticking

I should crumple the page,
Erase all the words,
But I'm in a foolish age
And their flying from me, free as the birds

BACKWARDs and forwards,
reeling in when THOUGHTS go out.
they can't give SOMETHING as small
as a goodbye letter with a mispeled word,
even when someone IS MISSING them.
they've taken SOMETHING and it
IS making you BREATHLESS.
you were only BROKEN apart
for a moment, for another kiss, but
he was searching for other HEARTS.
wipe your TEARS,
if not FOR yourself,
then certainly for THE
DEAD.
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BACKWA­RD THOUGHTS
SOMETHING IS MISSING
SOMETHING IS BREATHLESS
BROKEN HEARTS
TEARS FOR THE
DEAD

His eyes droop
A smile plays on his face
The knife is in my palm

Quiet -so quiet-
His breaths fall
To the ground
And rise to the sky

He could never know.
How could he ever know?

Love and hate
Sane and insane
Whispers and screams
Blurry lines,
Red, crisscrossing lines

A kiss he didn't deserve
To lose
My heart pulsed with his,
Such perfection lying in my filth
Death take me now
Before I stay with him

Codes inside my eyelids
Telling me
Exactly what to see
Friends are enemies
Love is hate

Woven finger tips
I feel
The threads they've sown,
I have the cards they deal

Everything I do is disconnected and
Never mine.
It's very simple:
I am a monster by design.