Carry my body out to sea
Lay my down on rippling tide
Let me float away with the debris
To absorb into the immortal sands

Like a ship turns into a wreck
My bones bow, bend and break
And the creatures explore my skin
My life is forgotten.

When my sleep ceases
My nightmare increases
Thoughts slowly creeping
Deep into my mind while weeping
Of loneliness and dread
Before I can even leave my bed
Filling my head with a dark shadow
While the sun still has its morning glow
Blinding me with confusion,
my happiness just an illusion
I glare with eyes closed tight
Screaming in my head "THIS ISN'T RIGHT"
Some days I wish I was dead
Some nights I hope to die in bed
The isolation is choking me out
Leaving me with hollow doubt
And the stainless steel knife
Stained with fear and strife
That leaks from my heavy soul
Like tears seeping through a cracked bowl
I spend my days waiting for sleep
So I can dream of a hole six feet deep

My friend Ed said,
"we're pals
I'd rather we remain that way,"
I said, "I feel rejected now,"
He said," Bullocks,
It's better that way",
I said, "*******,
But yes, I know it's better."

It's too late now
I've fallen for my friend Ed.
His smile makes me want to drop my knickers
When he sings
I'm aroused
I'm lost in wild territory
Running with the wolves
Hungry
To taste you
Drink you
Touch you
Smell you
Lick you
Again.
Come back to suckle my breast's
Touch my skin
Kiss me
Explore me again.

He is my friend Ed
Who want's to be pals
because, " it's better that way,"

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Staring at me cause I smoke

Letting the smoke escape my mouth and nose  

I look at you

And  I throw my cigarette down then spit

" I don't care "

Every grey cloud is painted over a pink sky.
The sky is pink. It is, it is, I know it is.
I can see it. I really can.
The grey clouds used to envelope me, until we were one in the same.
But the pink sky was always there.
The pink sky is there, and I'm telling you: I can see it.
But it's still so ******* grey.