There is a rock stuck between my toes
It's gets sharper with every step
Yet when I go to remove it,
it isn't there.

There is a blade stuck on my tongue,
thats done its job too many times before.
Cuts can only be cut to a point
where what is left is only
the truth.

Pain sweeps through my chimney throat and
roars back out,
a music note is what emerges.
Out of hell comes a lesson,
but before that comes
his voice.
His name.
His tongue.
His touch.

That's the rock stuck between my toes.
That's the reason the blade is pointless now.

The light hides behind the grey jellyfish.
Boxed in and afraid of its own beauty.
Tin cup gems are stuck on my hands.
I remember when everything wasn't blurry.

You ever floating truth,
Stuck in my throat.
I can't get you out,
Nor do I want to.
That's my truth.

A great liar is a true artist.
His teeth are totem poles that have been
Toppled over.
He has left his mark,
Just like his lies.

Ask the truth of a liar and he gives you
What you need.
All the liar to lie,
There you have your miracle.
He is a God laying on the ocean shore.

We are better monsters

than humans.

My heart beats shadows from the past,
Rusted fingernails stuck in my back.
Each word is clogged in my throat.
I only ***** shards of dried ink.

I only know the mess left on the floor.

I would bleed if you
Asked,
Every.
*******.
Day.

When they think
Of my innocent blood
Dried on the floor,
I'll be a rusted God.

This blood,
It reads,
"It's not me, it's you."

I can't love you while you hide,
Behind your masquerades and lies.
Your tongue itself is my crime,
Paperback truths and lucid time.

You ravaged me.
left rusted, cold razors in my eyes.
My conscious needs a piece of peace.
Parallel eyes meet parallel crimes.