Streets with the blood of our sins,
washing souls marked unfit
to save,
to much effort
it takes,
we say.

Homes torn asunder,
lives to shreds,
but we here cry about
broken nails,
and lost sleep
where the dead lie with
eyes wide.

Our devotion to violence is
the likeness
of the Moon
revolving
around our Earth,
constant,
relentless.

I could wish you a well full of pennies
And for every scar you've left behind
You can pull out a penny
And shove it down your throat
Or better yet
Drag it across the cold, hard walls around your heart
Like you dug your nails into the flimsy walls of mine
Till I bled you a river
I remember the dark red liquid in your elegant crystal chalice
It might as well have been my blood
You might as well have ****** me dry
I might as well have died there and then.

Or better yet, slain you.

I am bad at falling in love
I trip over the broken bones of every word I never found the guts to say
I am broken more often than I am whole and even then I am still broken
I write dreams and fantasies at the back of my hand
I misspell the word trust on a daily basis
I dance with my own shadow when dusk settles down
I whisper truths only when the lights go out
I make sure I'm alone in already empty rooms
I hold my breath and scribble notes, scrambling to survive

The trees
And leaves
In autumn
Remind me of you
Always falling apart

Today was the ending
I felt nothing
Maybe relief

Ten years ago I thought
This would be the day
The day I'd be proud

But see, I've done nothing
And here standing in a mass of people
I don't stand out anymore

I have lost that spark
That thing that made me so me
That some days you'd just smile and say
Never change,
Never change because I love you

But today was the ending
And I'm sure amidst the mass of colors
You didn't even miss me
You never will
But I will

It should be
Morning
But the sun
Has stopped
Shining

It's dark here
They're shadows
Everywhere
Save me will you?

And then there will be Ashes
Ashes on my tomb
Of my doom
Before the land
Fear that hand
Its power is too great
But hate
Hate is all we have, people
Hate is what we have

Plants seeds inside my rib cage
Makes sure to water daily
Until I am more wood than person
Already weaving my own casket in my chest