i was once a piece
of beautiful paper,
cut into a heart-shape,
colored with red and
neatly placed at the left
side of my chest.
and then you came
with your heart on fire,
i am enchanted by your warmth
that i let you embrace me.
but i never thought that your fire,
would burn me down.
i was once a piece
of beautiful paper.
i am no more than
a piece of small gray particles,
scattered by the wind
never to be found
I'll take my time to dance
around this place I call the world.
A place to the many, the few, the rich,
the poor, the fallen and the cruel.
I'll dance a mini waltz across the fields
of the golden flow of wheat fields and drown into
the seas of the deep, as your little toe
only touches the surface of the cold water.
I'll catch each star that I see in the evening sky
while the other
stars wax the dance floor with
velvet memories of constant
tomorrows and melted dreams.
I'll sweep the musical notes
under the rug that plays
from the piano,
as it's lyrical raindrops hit my heart
softly with countless bliss and
I'll sift through the symphonies of time
as they cascade their 8 notes in a 2 second beat
off the balcony and then I'll bury their
melodies in my own backyard.
I'll dance with the strings of the harp
interlaced between my fingers
then kiss the reeds of the woodwinds
as they play their melancholy songs.
So please, I ask of you, give me one
on the dance floor
in this world and let the many, the few,
the poor, the fallen and the cruel dance with me.
Let us take up one more waltz together
i don't believe anybody is anybody, anymore
nobody is nobody
everybody is everybody
and i don't know who i am supposed to be
in all of this
a walking question mark
riddling my own mind
my soulless eyes
knowing **** well that half of them won't know until i'm gone
but still trying to form
some semblance of surprise
the walk i've been slowly enduring
upon my cracked and bleeding feet
has only managed to take me in circles
and i keep ending up back where i started
there is no finish line in sight,
only lap after lap
of the same
i'm certain i've passed this tree a thousand times
but i forgot the bread crumbs
at home, and now i'll never know for sure
which way to go
silence is the only laughter i know
and the applause in my head,
after the words form in my brain,
gives me a false sense of purpose
when in reality,
i'm laughing at my own jokes
and clapping my hands
for my own minimal accomplishments
Cold dead grasp of a
decaying zombie witch.
Harlot in youth, grows to a
Dead diseased *****.
Green teeth protrude from
Dead black gums,
Infected festering flesh
Swollen with old blood.
Run Run Run, until your bones bleed
Crash to your knees, listen for the horde.
Wait to be ripped to bone.
Enjoy the silence, no need to scream.
Rotting nostrils flare stripped of skin.
Red eyes filled with blood stained pus.
Yellow nails, packed with dirt
Open sores, rash ridden pores,
Leaking viscose fluid.
Reeking with filth
Foot steps quake the ground
Their scent fills the air
Your caught in their stare.
The devil rings the bell
Thirteen ‘o’ clock,
Your trapped in the,
Cold dead grasp of a
Decaying zombie witch.
Poison runs through my veins
infecting my blood turning it rotten.
Rotten as the corpse that was once your living, breathing body.
This poison is contagious. Once in your blood,
there is no cure except recluse.
Or a plague
A plague of words without meaning,
a smile without a feeling, and a human without a being.
Is this who i've become?
Myself a woman going into the black cave to save the masses.
I am no longer a woman, but a wretch.
With a heart that pumps the poison.
And the men see beauty and zeal
until they have a taste of poison,
which burns the tip of their tongue.
You are a *******.
*******; back for more?
And once the plague is spread...
and move to the next victim.
I wish I could tell you
that I understood your pain
but my neurons and nerves and thoughts
do not match your mind
but I think I empathize
I never could tell
and I never could understand