distant city sounds
invigorate my racing mind
italian cars race
in the  noir night
white powder
stains
  clear warning sign
chained to this
toxic wasteland
for quite some time
he spoke
cruel worlds
with a twisted tongue
words cut deep
wounded & stung
I
Should have known
from the start
what shines too bright
will always dim
those who lie also sin
there was no chance for me
to win
in the toxic wasteland
with him

be weary of
those whom  
speak kind words
yet
have cold hearts

White lace
lines my porcelain
thighs
Gently
submerged
into the
bed of roses
feel the thorns
invigorate my
mind which
wanders
to visions,dreams
of crimson blood
dripping
ever so perfectly
onto the lace
a keen needle
filled with poison
entering the bloodstream

I walked the crooked path

My feet got chained

Now I walk towards the light

The all encompassing

white light

Your touch electrified me

It hurt

But it propelled me

to seek higher realms

What may have been
in May
shall not be spoken
of to this day
for clocks tick
eerily slow
& what
shined bright
has
dimmed down
low

Gentle daydreams
set on fire
by fiends
flames engulfed
as I
tied my
own
noose
set myself
loose
caused
harm
as I
shot
poison
into
my arm