Do not let my
pale skin befool you
for beneath this flesh,
I harbour a
colourful soul.

Don't let them question you,
But always keep them wondering.

How foolish one must be
to believe you can live
and not die a little
For life is a beautiful lie
Thats why its such a gift
an empty box
filled with a blank slate

My apologies

I never was a very good human

I use to know the best ways to waste silence

Climb into the sun and dive for time and place

True thoughts prevailed and distract an eager mind

Smile like slapstick and form a new foundation

I suppose we could lose ourselves in these sublime moments

Some tools left for mending
some words left for reaction
Anxiety properly positioned

Misplaced an ego
artificial in it's hold

Lost and fumbled
Temporarily found

Some creatures can't be helped

Claimed this body as your own

went to work with your indifferent sabotage

I slowly shattered with each new head space

Broke me down for spare parts

mumbling a need for mending holes self inflicted

I watch myself in shambles
patchwork for your dark corners

Suggestions are plastered
new breeds are rendered

Remember those days

shots called by sanity

Boring yet stable

safe yet


Maddening?

my love-parched lips ****** in the poison water from your well of lies quenching the wails of my thirsty soul

you enraptured me
cleaved me with your claws

left me specter-like
destroyed, deadened, desolate

a rotting skeleton tree crumbling in the raging rain
straining against my bitter crime of still loving you

scattered at my feet are the grimy scraps of withered leaves
lingering, last remnants of you

in FURY,
i fiercely try to kick you away

the gusty gale gyres you within its blustery breath
killing the echoes of my "I love yous"

offering up to me one silenced second

while in the distance an agitated river loudly roars
"you love him still"

and the heartened moon vanishes from the sky
leaves behind but darkness

but me

a tenuousness, teary night

you never saw
what i was

i was nothing more than a place
to make yourself comfortable
for a few nights

i didn't have anything
particularly special

i was boring
lifeless
easy
colorless
nothing

i was nothing to you

and i don't think words
could ever tell the pain
you have made me feel

it is just empty
so empty

being your home
i thought i'd at least feel a little less
dead

but dead i am
completely dead

i don't have anything
particularly special

i am boring
lifeless
easy
colorless
nothing

nothing to you

and now nothing to me, too