My mind was drifting away
Free for once of the racing thoughts
That bind my body and fool my brain
Into reliving the pain again.

But failure follows close behind
And never fails to grab hold of me.

What failure stole was my control.
The scene plays over and over.
How to turn off repeat?
I'm reliving the pain again.

Deceiving. Delicate. Fragile.
Webs woven in the back of my mind.
There are spiders lusting for pain.
My thoughts become entangled, entwined,
trapped. And then unravel like a thread.
Lifeless and limp, they get spun again
into new webs, multiplying until they
line my skull. Much like a wallpaper; So old
and decayed, yet constantly getting restored.

Uninvited...

That's how I feel when confronted with the vacant stare in your eyes.
What do you see in mine?
They say one's eyes are windows to their soul,
but I wear mine on my sleeve.
and it seems as if yours has been carved out and burned to ash.
You feel nothing. I feel everything, I feel it all.
I want nothing more than to see your heart
Hanging on a string, ****** and raw.

Why do I love you?

pierced flesh stings when
your hook sinks in my skin.
hanging limp, I'm submissive
to your gaze; hot blood sears my veins.
rushing,
      rushing,
           rushing.
tender flesh rips apart and
tendons reach their breaking point.
snapped. flailing. dangling.
your mouth waters at the struggle
and curves into a grin,
lusting for a piece of my skin.