Understanding
is something
that comes from
the daunting
reminder
that we are all the same

and it's not happiness
but the disheveled,
underpaid,
antagonizing
waiter
who launders around tables.

Being treated poorly
by people
that can't even
take the hands of time
to read the name
of a person that serves them life

the succulent roasted pork
with a side salad
or a bowl of broccoli soup
have more in common with
our suffering waiter
than the illiterate people.

we are the masters of self-destruction
trying to numb the pain with wine
and drugs
and smoke filling up our lungs,
we write down in lines with no rhyme
all the things
that make our souls burn and die.
our poems bleed
we drink their blood
then we write again,
listening to stupid songs all night
wishing sometimes we were deaf
wishing we were dead.
we let the doors open
anyone with a knife can come inside
cutting our hearts in half,
any tear is welcome
to create the ocean around us
in which we deliberately drown ourselves.
masters of self-destruction,
our bodies are temples where dying souls hide,
we run till our legs are broken
jump off cliffs
go between sharks' cheeks
forgetting to sleep
to dream
we bleed
we drink
we love
and hurt
it's a madmen game we play
each day
laughing hysterically
while slowly taking steps to the graves
we dug for ourselves,
the masters of self-destruction we are
lunatics
worshiping what's not for us to adore
crying
hiding
falling again
and again.
legs broken,
hearts cut and eaten
flesh ripped from our bones
lungs full of water
ears burnt
our eyes scream
but that's fine
'cause we are the masters of self-destruction
and our life is just a mad game

the night is swallowing me whole,
choking me down,
feeling my persistent tickle in the back of its throat
as i slip down the slide of stars into a sloppy, cold pit of deep violet
there are countless moons to choose from, and i'm told to take my pick
the one i choose is small and misshapen
something about it makes me feel at home

pools of starlight drench my feet and i fade into a gaseous state
my atoms mash into those of the atmosphere and the night finally releases me
the moon i have chosen for the night is smiling at me
a thank you shines on his lips,
and we both know we have each other to thank for our newfound freedom

the morning is coming too quickly
i'm not yet prepared for the goodbyes of my new light
i know he's just a liar, and the illumination he shares with me is recycled and stolen
but i fall in love so easily with the acts of deceit performed to win my approval