He loved with the cruelty of nature
growing like ivy on my heart;
I'd cut him away but he'd only return

He nestled in my branches
making a home out of my rotting shell,
forgetting home is where the heart is

He said "destruction was a form of beauty"
So he pretended to be reborn a hurricane
Firing open doors better left closed in his wake

At times, it was better to hide from him
Wait out the storm and pretend
everything was perfectly alright

Then when it was all over
He'd kiss my wounds,
grow flowers from my dying veins

But not so long after they would wilt
because even the sweetest of things
couldn't survive within our own toxicity.

I am a masculine goddess
I am a patriarch with an unborn child
I am a black sheep with the wings of a swan
I am not graceful, I am not ******
When you find me most amusing, I'll use you as my muse
When you play games with me, I'll pretend I don't have a clue
I am everything and I'm nothing
I know everything and I know nothing
I'm never in bloom; but I'm not the thorn you ***** your finger on
I grow like weeds, pretty in color, that you feel the need to destroy,
But I keep coming back
You try to stick me in maze while you harvest the corn
But I recognize the seasons of both sowing and reaping
I'm a crooked tree with branches reaching out towards the sun
I know the end will come, I know all things are one
Spirituality turns me on, and I can smell black magic a mile away
I know the art of getting by
And I know how to feed the fire with words spoken from a pure heart-
This is my gun with many bullets and only one chamber
This is me-
I live and die through each and every moment....
You can always visualize your revisions.
But you can't revise your visions.

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Ever seen the darkness shake ?
like the serpentine spine of a blood red snake
vibrations sent to the core of your soul,
burning your mind like simmering coal,
clamber for the light in your claustrophobic space
the demons in the shadows know your face
the tears wont fall just stay in your eyes
whilst all around you everything dies
dance the macabre its the only way
whirling dervish no time to pray
the ancient rhythms too much to resist
it eats you away like a cancerous cyst.