Look at me* Tremors wrack my Tense, Paranoid form. There's nothing wrong with you. My mouth hangs slightly open, And I believe the man Who waits patiently within my head.
You're the turtle, I'm the hare. And I said I'd take you home A couple days until I go but I guess you're already there. I will stay if you ask me to And I will go if you dare To baked and broken back roads Where our ashes fill the air
Close your eyes- confusion- The Dark Lady beckons thee, Always open to intrusion at the hint of lessened fee Sell out heart and self at the cost of toes to knee Rest upon the layers and the edge of sanity.
My mind is a flash of memory, I laughed as the blade makes light of pretty skin I caught bullets before they passed my teeth, And dripped blood as cost for my silver tongue- *Ecstasy, you torture me.
The days are good, but the nights are cold and there are always gunna be things out of control Cant pay rent, but I can pack a bowl Sometimes I'm sad, but it's not all that I know Your heart's only as heavy as your mind defines, you can't keep on your foot on the brake when its time to drive You gotta rise up and be floored just to floor it sometimes life hurts but you just gotta ignore it.
Close those doors, walk down the street And let those rain drops catch your teeth Sometimes sunshine is too sweet So I let shadey trees drip down on me
Entire weeks spent In passion, -not love, But *****, Fevered Passion And then, I fell apart. You lost me In my grief and anger. You said you cared 'a lot' I told you to **** yourself. Then nothing. You moved on to the real thing I moved states.
If I cant get rid of this sickness Ill be dead before I even get the chance To ******* dreams And notice that things aren't as bad as they seemed. Im just so stuck in this mindset And the ghosts I can't forget Reaching for anything I can Just so I don't have to deal with it. So ashamed, so caught up in a game I invented But can cope enough to play. Tell me souls can change Hell, you could tell me anything 'cause **** starts feeling real when you describe the way the night feels And the pain my breath instills when I try to give my everything But can't find my own free will
Things haunt me That I have not a right to feel. ******* is the anthrax To my limited mind. It knocks on my doors, Peels back my eyelids. Scratches ****** paths Through brick walls of my conscience. It is the appeal of sugar, to the child Sick with diabetes. It is forbidden fruit That I have not the heart to taste.
These dreams could make the corpses bleed I keep beneath my bed, and these stitches couldn't really be 'till I had them in my head You used to call me in the hospital and laugh with me, and cry. Now you're handing me a knife and offering a ride.
My fingertips are runny, they drip and ooze with ink I keep them tied with garbage bags and drain them in the sink Shades so dark, they'll break your heart- of those, I do not drink. If I'm always cleaning up a spill, I don't have to stop and think.
Blue eyed secret keeper He held me and was still my reaper Tequila scythed, taking life with needy fever I wanted you to love me. but the broken cannot see. It's turns out that love is not the only thing I need.
I'd give anything to be the blade between her teeth, to be the irony that inspires her unease As she drifts unwillingly and tastes of salt and sea- foam dreams, Stars fall upon our cheeks, While she speaks in tongues like winds from east and I sit quietly sipping on every note that she can sing.
little pills to balance mood and hospital stays days and nights melt, seeing only shades of grey microbursts of blackout pain ideas of nine bullets in an alleyway I bite the blame with a razor blade and think in metaphors and bright red stains sat and stared at glass from broken frames spat blood, turned, and walked away.
He took my hand, And led me up the stairs. Past his younger brother That I went to school with. When we got to his room He threw me against walls Grabbed my hair Slammed my head against the bed post. I stayed quiet, Because no one Will hear me whimper like A wounded animal.
You always slip away, like dirt within a drain, Like a knot above the doorway, like the hurt before the pain, You resign yourself to irony, resign yourself to rest Like knives beneath my pillowcase, *Like daggers in my head.
I wanted to die in the trees Shed my broken skin like ***** ticks and fleas Have my spirit dog the falling leaves While branches dip themselves in grief
Someday I want to write a poem About light. And how it sits so brightly And so close that I feel it everywhere. But it doesn't And I've been cold For so long I don't think light will ever reach me.