Whirlpool of a mind
Syringes, needles,
Line after line,
Brain becomes dust
Movements will rust
And all that's left is
Time
To live
A hole by the ear
The world appears so
colourful
Then, every time, just that bit bleaker
Each line grows steeper
Fear the reaper
Because he doesn't care
If it's your fault or
Just a stage
Because
To him
Age is age
And not necessarily determined
By months or weeks
Or stage
But when
Hands to weak to reach
for water
Familiar enough to light a spliff
Enough of this existence

Can't tell if you exist
When you can't see beyond the smoke
Broken

I could never stop at just one tattoo
To signify you, if
I started,
Because each tribute could
Never come close to the greatest
Symbol:

My skin;

You're in the wrist without scar lines,
The arm without needle tracks,
The dent in my smile,
My mini half dimple and
Every laughter line I could never erase
Frankly, my dear,
You complete my face.

So any tribute;
Any Scorpion
Moth
Pokeball Rose
quote,
Or aptly chosen sloth,
Would never come close to the
Gaps in-between:

You're every drop of blood that has not spilled
You're the heartbeat I couldn't
Still, because your face
Was too hurt in my head.
You're in the fact that I'm not dead.

So, in a way, there's no point etching you into my skin , my derp,
Because, you're already, irrevocably,
There.

Just hold onto me and dance
before time can eat us
before the world can waste us
in monotony and work
my nose is buried in your neck
and
this hurts
more than cuts and bruises

I'm desperate
but the sound of Freddie Mercury
is singing with us, and to us,
and 'us' can never work
after this song
but for now I belong in your arms
and no one else exists, you lift me
up, we kiss.
I'm gonna miss you

No escape from reality

because you're bad news
and so am I
It's a tie on
who's worse for the other,
my lover
you're *****, but
there's nothing romantic about
my chain around your neck,

open your eyes

but for now beckon me in,
and sing again,
forbidden fruit, sing
in my ear and
steer me into
a cliff face

and see

You're poison, your
voice maple syrup, and
your eye my magnet
We're never going to feel
too loose.
Diamond noose, after this
song, once this
fantasy is gone

I'm going to miss you