Crime scene near the house
Police rushing to that place
Me locking every single door
Oh what else could I do
Grabbed every single thing that could be a weapon
Even things that aren't effective
Scared that these evil doers will come at my door
Countless thoughts keep coming at me
I'm seriously praying the rapture would come instead

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a ghost that loved to spy

the ghost having lived long ago
flew down from the sky into her open window
dropping flower petals at her feet in rainbow colors
where he would cling to her body
breathing in her every breathe
watching her go about her day
whispering her name softly into her ear
he would brush up against her silk white skin
each night,
forever wanting...
forever haunting
one day...
She caught a glimpse of him
out of the corner of her eye.

(You made this monster)

invented by provided feelings of reverence
forced to difference without relevance
with resemblance to hands of elegance
evident difference, deliberate severance

(it is so hard to ****)

envious enemies with torches of treacherous
eloquence lost when pestilence is generous
serpent like in genesis, tenaciously venomous
fighting the exodus against shields of credulous

(and the tower burns)

ignited by chemicals of nominal assessment
tower of suggestion is now infested
where questions and statements are incessant
born by resentment, this basement investment

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i walk the streets with arms outstretched
never meeting touching grace
i haven't met a decent monster yet
the greenest monstrosity in this place

we are all only pieces left
stitched organs, sewn parts
a dug up heart in my chest
could come alive with some sparks

i haunt these streets of broken dreams
another life to survive
i'm just a being, beyond their screams
it lives, it's alive

I swung on the hangman's noose
Feeling the too and fro of others
Moments of death, were my fingers
Gracing a moment of chocking silence.

My digits were decorating a moment
As if my grip was still around the spirt
Of a clutching oblivion that gasped
On tightened desperation.

I swung for a while till my fingers lost
Feeling like that of breath losing life,
Silent was my motion and then I was still.
I left it swinging a circle of life gracing death.

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I look in
The mirror.
I bare my teeth
But she won't
Back down.
I turn my back
To show how little
I care.
I know I'll
See that *****
In my nightmares.

I'm terrified

she crawls slowly through the mist
in the forest of demise
where the dark paths turn and twist
hidden from the open skies

where secret screams exist
going there would be unwise
the lips of pain are gently kissed
as another victim cries

if you find yourself in her midst
never look into her eyes
pretend she doesn't exist
don't be the next who dies