my skin bubbles to blisters
when you rub me raw

your wet frost mornings
freeze my extremities

your fat cat percent of foreign air
brings on an attack of allergies

but who am I to despair
to wallow in the Dragons Lair

in life we all do as we must
to live and earn each other's trust

The death wish
Has
And still does
Exist
Yet I have beaten it Black and
Blue
Ensuring that it does
Not
Come back to haunt
Me
Making my small
Life
An utter
Misery

I fought it so that
I
Can survive my
Insanity
I didn't do it for
Me
I did it for the people I
Love
The people that meant the
World
To Me and who I would
****
For any day of the week

This is the only
Way
That I as a person can
Survive
This torturous
World
And my promise to all who know
Me
Is that I
Ariel Taverner
Will never give up
Ever
And I'll do it for you

I swim in a sea of bullets
My curse allows me to be in a place like this
Each bullet has a name on them
Zoë
Zerilda
Clara
Suné
Matthew
Siya
Tim
Tania
Hanli
And each bullet is lethal
Each bullet represents the certain words that can **** the person
I find these bullets and carry them around with me
As they burn holes in my pocket my mind is filled with what I could do
One bullet could destroy each of them

And they better be happy that I will never shoot them

so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"

The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"

Death stands on my doorstep
but hes afraid to knock
He sees just what
I have endured
as I contest his spot
I test his spine, as he has mine
time and time again
he knows I do not wait in line
because hes become my friend
I have kept his company
which he did not expect
seems as if my disrespect
has gained respect of him
I've learned his secret long ago
and threw it to the wind
the good die young
the bad die old
indifference to sin.

Did you hear the news?
Someone hijacked HP.