As November rain kiss my skin
all my lustful sin
made whole again
stuck in November pain.

The smell that brings nostalgia.
strong and sweet.
**** and soft.
we all have a sent that bring you warmth.
like when you would play all-day
and dreams became realities in your mind.
there's a smell of home.
strong and sweet.
bitter and warm.

feeling of warmth grow into mine
makes my icy skin melt back to life

I'll try my best to explain
stuck
in between two different people
smothered by ones dread and anothers hope
how is it that I dream to rot but I yearn to grow?
what makes one's life softer yet exhilarating
losing myself in the depression of one
and finding joy in living in another
the words don't fit  
so I cannot explain

Everyday
The same
There's no way
these things could change
The pain of today
rolled from yesterday
and the big way
they say life changes
is just another excuse
for saddened people

to survive

I felt my bones shift to fit yours
as your body constricted mine
I think I left my heart outside

Soon I realize.
my body was never mine
sustenance for your hunger
inside my own slumber

My ribs fluttered out, in a painfully slow motion
the tar sea poured down from my heart
Buzzing wasps swam
roses bloomed with bloodlust thorns
and fairies sang, my song of doom