It’s all theater
I’m just behind closed curtains
That’s probably why no one looks
The fabric forcefields let me perfect my routine though
I certainly have an array of props to play with
A little cardboard box I call home
My reliable, evergreen jacket that kinda looks like swiss cheese
Oh, and a Styrofoam cup to collect my keep
My reward for tonight’s performance

Are they all in on the act?
Pretending that I don’t exist just for fun?

I must say, this new crowd is pretty **** good
Even the little ones get in on the charade
“Mommy, daddy, look at that ma-“
The clutching and quickened paces tell me those young talents might get cut
What a shame

I remember when my boss hit the line “you’re fired!” with such conviction
I was **** well impressed
When I said I couldn’t pay last week’s rent,
my landlord must have been practicing that disgusted look for hours

I like this new production, though, so it’s all good
Sure, the nights get a bit chilly and the days can be musty
but it’s all just show business
I sleep happily knowing this lifestyle is just a big act
It’s all theater

**….right?

Faceless Man
Faceless Man
Smile for us
Faceless Man

We’ve come to see
Faceless Man
Jumping with glee
Faceless Man

Give us a show
Faceless Man
Grin through the sorrow
Faceless Man

Forget the hurt
Faceless Man
Let the red spurt
Faceless Man

You cannot hide
Faceless Man
We draw near with every stride
Faceless Man

Be silent little one
For your end will be swift
Your naive eyes hold no sway
Over the frozen mass beating in my chest
And as I drain the happiness from your veins
I will put you to rest

Let**

It’s painfully silent in the speakeasy
And this newfound peace makes me queasy
I lug around a heavy suitcase of deceit
For hiding one’s damning devils is no simple feat

Me

I stalk through and survey my domain
Hunting excellency among cheap cologne and horns of the midnight train
Right then, spotted her face and struck my most potent sneer
I could see past the plastic smiles in all their thin veneer

Make

Wait until she leaves the bar to drag her back inside the killing fields
Quickly hush her chloroform cries and keep my eyes perpetually peeled
I kiss her nape and fly away from the world’s wears
Whisper “You’re a gorgeous doll neatly wrapped in silk and nightmares”

You

Safe within the grasp of thickets, I force her grin and lick the dimples
Get struck with horror when my vision spots one too many pimples
I cry with the straw-filled fiends illuminated by lantern light
Then embrace my honed craft, without delay, for all waking hours of the night

Better

When all points of perfection fall out of quiver
When the sorrowful scarecrows look upon me and shiver
I’ll cut out my beauty’s flaws from largest lump to smallest sliver

A little guilt goes a long way
Even the sturdiest oak can be made to sway
Figments of people duped by atavistic views
Waking up from bouts of fervor
A most sadistic snooze
They repose like overgrown fountains of youth
Their dreams rusted, forgotten and that’s the truth


In a lonely forest, oaks fall with the loudest screams
A somberness aided by clouds and defective sun beams


My soul has finally given in to moralistic cracks
For now it’s about as clean as mud pies and tire tracks
I’m wobbling down my lifetime from crutch to crutch
Wondering when to finally whisper “****, I’ve seen too much”
So please, return me home, send my spirit way down below
To lands of rusted dreams and toss-turned pillows

Through a frozen forest, translucent terrors dash
Claws of cold fury dig into the brittle earth below
Their eyes are an absolute red, mirroring the blood spilled on snow
Conical canines hang like icicles adorning jaws that shred and slash
Harrowing howls instill upon the villagers a thin layer of chilled fear
The hounds of frost descend into the homes of men, women, and children
Cutting short monotonous lives the so-called “innocents” held so dear

It took me awhile to get my head back together
There was always enough time to give up hope
Depressed episodes of emptiness playing forever
My Mission. My Friends. They were there too
Funny thing is, I was even more afraid ‘cuz of that
A voice argued with me to “try”
Try because no one will forget the day everything changed
The moment they were able to fly
Another argued “why bother?” Reality didn’t exist anyway
That society would cover up our work
I really never was some kinda hero
“Then why do this? What did you hope to accomplish?”
I don’t know…
I guess I just wanted to save the world.

Did you know
the average person
spends only five seconds at a piece of art?

A mere glimpse of Albright’s Dorian Gray
his phantasmal and grotesque visage
silently screaming horror

Only a look at Litchenstein’s pulp women
straw-yellow hair and ivory word bubbles abound
their comic book stories told within one panel

A sighting of Breton’s Lark
a dying sun sinking into the horizon behind her
her tired, shadowy eyes awaiting the next one’s arrival

All these fleeting moments betray art
for they do not deserve seconds
they have earned centuries

I turned on the rusty engine
purred like you did during those rainy rendezvous
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I gripped a cigarette
warmth reminded me of your inner thighs
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I stuck my head out the window
pretended you were the night air
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I accelerated towards some trees
blood felt like your tears did

The moment I cut open my hand, fascination overtook every other emotion
Not because it was my blood but because of blood’s very nature
The crimson elixir surges through a body, firing like a piston between veins
An organic drum doubles for a maestro of this red symphony
Within skin, honed by the trials of time, a system of fluidity rages on

I’m a drunkard for your intoxicating love
I suppose, darling, you have the sweetest lips
Your addicting forms fit me just like a glove
Guises like smoke clouds with catty eyes or hourglass-shaped acid trips


You taste like freshly picked honey suckle
For that, I’ll forgive the tooth marks left on my heart
The pain even makes me laugh, makes me chuckle
Feels like a belt buckle striking the bony tips of a knuckle


Before you start sprinkling sugar atop these ****** wounds
I should start confessing
Darling, I know it’s depressing, but please don’t stop your discipline
I’ve been acting like a naughty boy who’s always breaking his toys

I need to learn my lesson

"You Did This"
              -Son

A cozy blanket of numbness is what I seek
Far away from people and their faux complexities
Their insistence on infecting you with vile opinions
I need to distance myself away from the poison that is humanity
To have the ability of seeing their petty emotions
Through a pair of binoculars
I tire from episodes consisting of synaptic overloads
Decompress, readdress, and be free of stress
I desire the chance to finally say that
I just don't give a ****!

See the hollow ruins lying on my face
They are constructs of guilt, masks of disavowed grace
Listen to my heart and the tones of its moans
It shifts back and forth like the saddest metronome

She looked like the product of a naughty night’s vice
Hung out in the crooked parts of town and bedded men not too nice
My hands raised her from squalor and carried her home
Whereas I was made of flesh bindings, she was chrome

Over love, the decadence took precedence
Her lavish comforts enclosed by a white picket fence
As my walls broke down, hers added cement
I gave her mansions of love and she gifted me a poorly pitched tent

My breath was choked, my mind confused
Twilights strung together and morosely fused
On a particular night, she marched towards, I, a speck
Dug her claws into my back and whispered poison towards my neck

“How does it feel kissing paranoia’s twitchy lips?”
“To look out from such a height and spit on all the tiny blips?”
She banished me from riches and abode
Stole my smile and had my chariot towed
Like Lucifer, my angelic wings had been clipped
On my soul’s sanctity, a golden Goddess sipped

Magma slides down the throat
with little ceremony due to its rote
Smoke jets out in inky knots
from flared nostrils, scorched slots

Calefaction pulses past my chin
Napalmic streaks skitter across skin
The very air begins to reek of roast
a smoldering declaration, coast to coast

The sun itself settles in my solar plexus beneath
As I speak, eager flames spit past my teeth
Steps I take, to unjust enemy and cunning foe
impale the ground, utterly melting it below

Feeble are the ones who seek dispute
Mighty remains they who tread the path of truth

Their swords are in hand, stained in slayed ignobility
aware of wickedness and its toxic capability

Let the ones who seek shelter under darkness, under gloom
behold the justice and power of light, upon doom

Shards of jagged words remain in my heart
A serrated reminder of my former love
For you consider crushing souls an art
Deceit punctuated by how often you cheat
Let’s touch cheek to cheek like we used to do
Arm swaddled in a parasitic embrace
I missed the way your blade felt in my lungs
A pleasured look on that pretty face
Don’t stop the evisceration just yet
Go ahead darling, watch the scarlet river gush
There’s no reason for me to fret
I’ve already been slaughtered once

“Come not between the Dragon and his wrath”
-King Lear, Act 1

Caught in the nooks of his imagination,
stood the devil in the daylight
sweet as venom
and with no ego at the altar

Ace up his sleeves,
tattered now as they were
grimly grinning from ear to ear
flashing eyes that drill through sinners

To those it concerned, he commanded

Come forth,
in singular order or all at once
leap into my cavernous maw
and be rendered unto ash
at the sheer conviction,
the utter totality,
and the complete radiance
that shall engulf you

A single hot rod blasting off towards space
Let's ride into the brisk night air
Breeze smacking our faces
Like **** against the fan
Darkness masking the chills
Laughter shared over cheap thrills
Middle fingers flashed generously
Hoping the wind will carry us past imagination land
As it drops a pair of trouble makers off far away
In a twisted reality of our own creation
Transforming us into ghosts of our former selves
Two wraiths celebrating the afterlife
Free from overbearing rules
Laws laden with strife
Forget the stress
Make yourself a ******* brick wall of confidence
And let them just try to tear you down
Hand in hand, we'll walk away from society
And don't you worry about the silence of solitude
Your adorable giggle will do all the talking

The world is a big, grey soup and I was the soggy ******* half-submerged
My path was broken up like a puzzle and my feet trudged along a "destiny" often diverged

I visited the cinema of tattered memories
Silently watched the hasty retreats of ex-lovers on repeat

That is, until I met you
The sole ingredient spicing up my depression stew

You're a raven haired darling uplifted by breeze
The hiccup in my mopey hippocampus, a psychedelic sneeze

You said you're drowning-****** in by the ocean's whims
Well then honey, I'll help you to shore, teach you how to swim

Together, we'll dredge up the anchor of doubt
Shower each other with kisses like a pair of sculpted water spouts
Continue the raging storm over all dry patches left in life's drought

I'm done with trotting down a path quite wayward
Humming tunes of happiness that life never heard

I'm sick of haters with their pathetic aesthetics
Leave that mess behind and call it frenzied, frenetic

You're a firebird raining down ****** on my frozen heart
The Phoenix lifting this guy's affection levels off the charts

Let's hold hands down the yellow brick road and leap into the future's maw
You can be the Dorothy to my lovestruck Wizard of Awe

I'll slay the dragon and build a castle so we're able to share smiles as we should
Life life so fully that, if separate, we never could

I want to gently drag down your pants and plant snowflake kisses on the scars
Pull you out of the woods and proclaim "Darling, I adore you from the Moon to the stars!"

Daggers of tranquility grace my palms
Swords sting with stillness on my mark
Havoc's time may soon come to bear
Yet, I do not falter

I see into you
I see through you
I see your weaknesses
I see what made you

You are forgotten
You are a ghost
You are a dream
You are an illusory host

We play this little game
We hurt each other for fun
We put our heads real close together
**We fire the gun

I have a damning devil inside
A fearsome force with plenty of time to bide
Its flaming tongue laps up tears like milk
It’s an addiction born from the pyro pits of its ilk
Happiness and freedom now lie in the past-they are dust covered relics
All thanks to the beast on my palm, not found in any Psalm
A square-shaped psychedelic

It was affection at first sight but I was blind
A little Persian cat with too much on my mind
You give me chills in the sunshine
You hold me tight until everything turns out fine

Your UFO voice abducts all scorn I hold dear
It ices down my raging jealousy and familiar fears
I’m enchanted by your majesty, full-blown smitten
under the mercy of a fuzz-fanged kitten

You and I, kid, we’re one and the same
wondering out loud “who’s to blame?”
I bet if I put my ear to your lips I’d hear the ocean
Keep it coming, you’ve set my heart in perpetual motion

Your rock bottom still soars above everyone else’s clouds
The hushed utterance of your name summons crowds
After breakdowns and a mental mother,
I’ve certainly found myself a permanent lover

Much beyond any gemstone could hope to muster,
your smiles gleam with infinite luster
You’re moonlight dripping at a cemetery
Fearsome waves propelling my life’s ferry

I’ll be your constant, your Northern Star
A comforting presence to be found regardless of where you are
You’re my #1 gal, the only one I need
The lone rebel who’d make my soul kneel and plead

Phantom felines and dancing shadows everywhere
but at the end of the day, I really don’t care
Inside every atom of hate, my baby implanted kisses
I’m **** well going to make her my Mrs.

She’s beauty and rage, nothing in-between
She’s thunder and lightning, just not as mean
She’s carefully hidden, yet demands to be seen
She’s my best friend, ride or die
eternal lover on the sly

**A lucky thirteen

A glint of midnight’s light catches a dagger
In crimson, he etched tales of wicked horror
Undertones of his usual demented swagger
Admissions, not of guilt, but rather of passion
Crimes rendered reality in gory fashion
Frantic strokes punctuate sobs of rage
Guilt sealed with blood from the blade
So that those evening massacres would never fade

I love you
I hate you
You inspire me
I persuade you
You honor me
I disgrace you
You calm me
You stop me
You make me
I break you

A fierce tug awakens me from drunken stupor
My sheets tumble off the edge of the bed
He’s come, once again, for His meal

It is my sworn duty to tend to Him and his arcane needs
a result of purchasing Alveus Manor, my current home
Strangely, it has been many decades since
Yet, I do not age but for my mind

To maintain a sense of control on things, I ponder
Many hours have been spent toiling in reflection
forgotten lovers, forgotten names
They mean precious little now

There is a singular memory that screeches loudest
some deal sealed with incantations and blood
scars adorn my wrists in confirmation
This memory is certainly true

I set the bowl out near the darkest part of my manor
From the floor, a trapdoor creaks upwards
I see the sharp glint of some child’s eyes
They dart around on an elderly face

He snatches the bowl with pale claws and blinks expectantly
It is then that I remember the burning whims of my duty
With a dagger and a prayer, my wrist spurts
Red nutrition cakes into the container

Prize in hand, He scurries back underneath the floor
sounds of primal content slither along the walls
He clambers back up with satisfaction
I am to be rewarded

He holds the bowl as if praising Old Gods across our universe
Elixir jets past teeth that resemble those of an infant
Creamy white substance settles in the bowl
It seems the result of melted moons

I do as I have done since first moving into this cursed place
I drink the ghostly elixir without any extrinsic cause
He flashes blood-stained teeth and hobbles away
Instantly, my eyes brighten and my skin tightens

My name has long been struck from history as well
My purpose remains free of doubt or suspicion
I return to bed in morbid anticipation
Drifting into madness, I fall asleep

A fierce tug awakens me from drunken stupor
My sheets tumble off the edge of the bed
He’s come, once again, for his meal

This is my monument
My body of work
My Legacy
You are the fleshy materials through which my design is fulfilled
Your bones are the structures upon which my palace resides
Your hearts are pulverized into crimson paste
The walls are smeared in this grotesque essence
The ceiling drips with remnants of your soul
Feel the foundations shake and the rafters shudder
They tremble with the radiance of my power, of my sheer magnitude
I am the architect of demise
The carpenter of unequivocal destruction
I bathe in blood and mark my creations similarly
There is no escape from the Pandora’s Box that is my psyche
I will transform and transcend this world from its shriveled forerunners
Bricks of sinew are lain-held together by tendon
They reflect the solidity of my resolve
They are reminders of my Legacy
For after all
Genocide is my Magnum Opus

You’re a sickness
You’re a disease
A flesh-eating parasite
Gorging on peoples’ hearts
Laughing at me when I’m on my knees
I should have known better than to trust you
My back is getting kind’ve sore
From being stabbed so often
You make my stomach churn
With your disgusting lies
Quit feeling so victimized
You’re like a summer cold
Making people suffer
Even in the warm and happy sun
How can someone be so vile?
You have a morbid sense of humor
Chuckled when I gobbled up all your affection
I realized too late that it tasted pretty bitter
You’re a sadistic piece of work
The type to smile in a cemetery
And spit on graves

I never see your face anymore

The only image in my mind is your lovely, raven-colored hair
I once had a dream about you
You were facing away from me and woefully crying

I never figured out why

Around us, a pond of pallor was dotted with ghostly remnants of trees
While I crossed the liquid fright, your cries grew in timbre
No matter how close I was to your voice, it never seemed close enough
I stopped and quickly glanced above because the Moon was crying too

I never figured out why

The wind’s touch gently blew your night-like hair against my closed eyes
I confidently summoned all octaves residing within my soul
But before I could call your name, they caught me
Hands that sprung up from the sickness, eager to ****** my ankles
My heartbroken whisper finally stopped the weeping

I finally figured out why*

A dainty little head slowly turned so I could gaze at the jewels on its face
Two rubies cascaded, their scarlet streams plummeting off pale cheeks
While you returned to looking forwards, sobbing droplets of agony
I felt unforgiving murkiness drag me down below

Streetlights line walkways like rows of miniature moons
I bask in them without respite
Creatures of the night sing harmonically
A private anthem shared across generations
There seems to be enough space for my own crooning

In a gust, the summoned lover appears
Wind greets me with irreverence
She kisses my pursed lips passionately
I savor the iciness as it distills in my blood

Above, the clouds collide chaotically
An astral ocean rumbles and swells
Its apocalyptic morphing draws one too many smiles
The pure, red sky delivers teardrop invitations

I soak in the crimson waves
They envelope me, elevate me
Wind eagerly grasps my arm
We spirit away to eternal shade

Promises were kept, dreams fulfilled
Freedom furls around my lungs
Daylight forces itself through my mouth and flees
Sighs of relief follow it

Finally home,
I sink beneath the inky stratosphere

To live as one is
with many a fault
numerable in noble efforts
as well as losses

Is far preferable than to tread
with treachery in one's heart
coated in living tissue
yet scant in moral virtue

Let the hells blaze behind me
and the heavens remain weary
for fighting injustice is justice itself
and truth alone triumphs

Take heed and take care
always try to illuminate ignorance
but if that approach fails
then scorch it with great zeal

There are no victors, no spoils to spare
The impasse has been reached
Zero-sum-gain is the name of the game

Keep the moody themes on repeat
Let your feelings fall flat
while trying to be discreet
still saying "no surrender, no retreat"

Slither to your desk
Seep those feelings off your chest
sleep flows like sap
sanguine notions stir even slower

She had a gleaming knack for rejection
Her trails were wrought with misery and tearful eyes
They always tried for a touchdown to her interception
Babe just loved staring suitors into a despised demise
Break-ups over texts, phone calls, shakes and French fries
Nail polish streaked on cheeks from vicious backhands
They were markings of a fool leaning on wobbly one-night stands
Left happily bowing to Madame Heartbreak’s demands

People love to live by rules and labels
No matter how hard they deny the fact
It is human nature to desire some semblance of order
It is human nature to require a code of morals
But what if I decide to reject these attempts of control?
What if I am not the type to be constrained by the whims of politicians
Some may then consider me an anarchist
Or simply just crazy
But my disgust at the rules that society places upon does not make me evil
In fact, I am a staunch believer in good
My issues lie in the fact that the corrupt are allowed to judge who is of upstanding character
When in fact, those hypocrites are the true faces of villainy
My ethics are not black and white
Just a nice shade of grey

My darling once asked
“What'd happen to a guy if he made me cry?"
I wasn’t in any rush
so right then and there I started to gush:

I’d knock him onto the concrete
Introduce his skull to my feet

No one hurts my baby girl

I’d take a knife and puncture his lungs
Slice off the entirety of his rude tongue

No one hurts my baby girl

I’d shove my thumbs down his eyes
As he’d see the price of heavy lies
"Why?"

**Because no one ever hurts my baby girl

It was the iridescent shine that first revealed the truth
That beneath the unnatural glimmer was something ghastly
The next thing I saw was my forehead starting to peel off
I took the edge of artificial flesh and tugged in horror
Akin to a serpent shedding dead skin
There was a faint smacking sound
As my eyelids were hastily ripped off
Right before passing a smile made of clay
It was done
I opened up to take a look
Staring at the figure reflected
Into the face of a stranger

I have gory portraits hanging on my walls, collecting grime
I have polaroids to record my cleansing efforts, scenes of crime
Limbs drape my abode like a ghastly ******* of antlers
Trophies encompass my home: glass-eyed raptors and the skins of panthers
Nonetheless, I sit upon a throne of men for they are always the greatest prey
I stalk their numbers through all moon cycles of the night and solar shifts of the day
I happily silence a man’s hubris to collect his humerus
I engage in a scrap to seize a scapula- a theft, I hope, didn’t leave its owner too furious
Hide in packs, in swarms, and in flocks you pretty beasts, I must implore
Face a fate that all creatures must surrender to
Chills of fear racing in the bones and the great hunter tearing down your door

People label me a scathing sycophant
A skin-deep, sardonic serpent
They are quite correct
I blur into lives with bright eyes and dispassionate sighs
Like a social chameleon stalking souls
Opportunistically sinking my fangs into hearts
An intraspecies predator reveling in blood
Unreservedly zooming past life’s tolls
Sticking my head out to spit in the faces of the meek
I’m an aberration of moral principles
Very twisted and assisted by inherent callousness
A backstabbing, two-timing, double-faced freak

The Pretender

I see a sheet of moonlight shine on the drops of water
It looks as if streams of longs diamonds are piercing me

The entire sky resembles my skin
Everything feels familiarly cold
Plants wither and animals flee with every step taken

I lost my true love long ago

Unabashedly innocent, she bore the same scars as I
Unequivocally forgiving, she took my dark origins in stride

For her existence, I would battle both the blessed and the ******
For her soul, I would fight until my last breath
and then eternity afterwards

Devotion has no jurisdiction
Having scoured the heavens,
my search takes me to the pit

I dip my toe into the abyss as it shifts
Hell drags me into the fray
Her sweet eyes on my mind,
I dive into the fiery bays

Why must I dream?

Is it not enough to die within reality?
Must I perish within a multiverse of concealed consciousness as well?

Why must I rage?

Caustic temper burns arteries and chokes out my life
Must I remain resigned to this illimitable torture?

Why must I question?*

The world pours its heart out to a dissatisfied partner
Must I continue down this path, this road of intellectual discontent?

And with its eternal fragility
splendorous sensitivity
life remains clasped in my hands
gently but firmly
kept guarded and true
from all cruelties, all slights
anything an evil world can brew

They can call us whatever they want
Because it's our actions that define us
There's no good and evil
Just a simple gray
Living inside of you and me
Hanging overhead, spreading confusion and deceit
A deep cloud close, but yet, still far away
It's difficult to trust people
In a world filled with violence and hate
Fighting all your life makes you strong
But bitter all the same
Still, no matter the odds, do not give in
Because it's up to us to pick up the pieces
To heal this broken place
Maybe someday we'll be able to trust others, come what may
Until then, here I'll stay
Peering into the dark
Piercing through the grey

Bite your tongue, swallow your fright
Hush the voice, blind the sight
See through vapor, peer through smoke
Cry from pain, the killing poke

Smile.

All you have to do is smile
So simple
So easy
When you feel sorrow
Grin away the pain
When the world seems like it’s ending
Let out a bitter chuckle
Just allow that smile to shine
It doesn’t have to be real
Let out a fake smile if that’s what you want
Smirk at the bad things in life
Sneer at the people who try to bring you down
Beam at the ones who make you feel loved
Laugh even if it doesn’t make sense
Laugh because that’s what you want to do
Laugh because you just don’t give a ****

The day that dirt becomes Earth’s sky
will be the day that I’ll let my darling cry
She is more tiger than fawn
She is darkest midnight rather than dawn
Her will is forged of cobalt steel
Her daily life is Hell’s highlight reel

Yet, I must treat this tough woman sweet and tender
I mark all inhibitions of love “return to sender”
For she is the graceful calm in my chaotic mind
The one that exalts whichever part of my heart is kind

Gentle is her smile, smooth and mellow
Tuned with majesty is her voice, a bona fide cello
I encase my feelings in poor meter and rhyme
because scarcely does this world hand us the time
to fully sing who we truly value far and near
and how we hold our lovers in our hearth
forever warm and devoid of fear

Baby, I’m a lightning blast living in a lane that’s blazing fast
I’m hotridin’ down the streets of greed, leaving a trail of pain and planting bad seeds
Better keep up ‘cause I’m burning through the *******, wanna start eating my dust?
My cold heart’s got no grasp of romance or love, it’s drowning in lust
I’ve got Hell’s gates to my left and the Devil’s whisper to my right
I’m a wicked ******* who’s got no **** redemption in sight

In this sea of white, I carve my path of crimson
The heavy flakes fall in droves
Landing themselves onto my love's lashes
She seems to be fearful of my smile
Her beautiful face accentuated by the ruby stream
Running neatly down her lips
I try to reassure her with my gentle touch
And while her bones snap in my hands
I give her a sweet kiss
and whisper
Hush.

Another layer of self comes with time
I feel it slide over my skull
The layer glides down my neck, past my waist
My new layer of self joins the rest at my ankles

These layers come with no forewarning
They either slow my stride or spring my step
Some layers propel me to the stratosphere
Other layers drag me down to the depths

These layers of self are who I am
They come with time, they follow each event
I get no say, my consent is forfeit
I am a human borne of self-slices

A spectacle to pity and behold in awe

One complaint a day keeps satisfaction away
She's like a blast of wind, brief but heavy
She's got crimson eyes to match my horns
A livid lass whose voice is laden with sass
Apples to apples
Lips to lips
We deal in love like sappy fools
Left bleeding out our chips

Brittle lies the man left in the frost

so he shatters his knuckles to spite himself

and the winter suns could not care less