blood is soaking your skin
staining you red,
my devil.
light shines through your eyes
and your charred hair
singes my skin.
you're electric, you're fire
i'm air and ice
teach me.
teach me to burn.

I've been in bed for over 24 hours
looking at everyone I grew up with
and wondering if I'm sad.

with pride I watch as destruction falls
as if a small part of the darkness in me
may be related to the greater power,
I relish my pain and hope for more
while still hoping for normalcy.
A contradictory being is all I've ever been,
but I wouldn't have it any other way...

The words in my head form perfect thoughts
but as soon as they hit the air, all sense is gone.

leaves like tiny people dance beside the curb
and I just stare, wishing my enthusiasm matched theirs,
these cold castaways have more life than I.

I want to tell you I'm okay
and that all is peachy keen.
I want to say I'm doing fine
and that my grades are pristine
but I alone am not enough
and despite my desperate need
for control I think I need help
of the medical persuasion,
and I'd like to think I'm strong
on my own,
but honey have you tried *******?

Hold me close in your spindly arms
and beckon me into harms way
you know what I want and need.

I fear the dark and your caress
but in it I know nothingness,
my sweet dreams and darkened bliss
find a point on which to convalesce.