Throbbing throat from my strangling sobs,
Agony riddles my tingling lips with shades of
blood reds and vibrant scarlets.
All is split to expose the gorgeous hues of  
his love.
Coating my lips in glossy red dew drops while it’s  
dragged across my face like the sunset.
Dripping down my pulsing neck covered with azure bruises.

“You’re so beautiful my darling” his mouth speaks,
but his fist speaks a different language.
It expresses a devoted strike to my eyes to
gift me with its
love.  

Blurry vision greets me while something damaged is  
gazing at me from the shattered glass mirror,
Broken,
Crushed pieces of valuable innocence stares back to  
send me a message which I cannot decode.

My face is blended with stunning arrays of his makeup.
Water colour blues line my tear ducts,
Deep purples create bottomless lakes around my sockets while
rivers spill from my hollow glassy eyes.
Brown and buttery diluted stains dapple my cheeks,
Tender to his touch,
All this while hots streams melt down my face from the  
gloomy lakes.  

Mascara and foundation conceal dull marks.
I only wear his work of art behind closed doors,
For just his eyes to  
linger upon endlessly.  
He tells me I’m elegant with my mouth  
held shut,
Hands burned by rope behind my back.
I am still beautiful, but why does it  
have to hurt?

He calls me beautiful when I waltz around,
Stripping off my dignity at his request,
Leaving piles of my little self-respect on his floor.
If I were to disobey his command again,
The love in his hands will wrangle my small  
neck to breathlessness.
So I am stuck.
Stuck being beautiful  
while being  
in  
pain.

We have been watching this orb now for what, 20,000 years?

Plato 2215 made by the Crtalbols on Circes X, answered
in his beeps and borgles (hereafter translated to English)
said, at least that long.  Until now a most boring science. It took these,
****, what, oh yes, humans, 19900 years to figure out relativity.

Zybert sighed. Yes P,  he called the half biological one-quarter chemical and one- quarter mechanical droid, it has been a time, and that Einstein
looks a lot like your mom did, or, those biological components of you.

Until this last election, I thought these "humans" P borgled out with emphasis showing his disdain, were uneventful and fully boring as
those things on our planet Circes X those rock like creatures that never move but once in a light year, and that, a small scratching of their reproductive parts.

Zybert giggled out his long probosci's thing
spraying sparks and what looked like graffiti,
actually, shredded styrofoam on which he subsists. He tucked his six arms around a mass of pus protuberances I suspect is his stomach chortling.Yes, I suspected their total stupidity. I saw them going to war left and right all over the blue sphere. Always restless from the beginning. He said catching his breaths.

But, when they fell for our Cyborg Donald which we fabricated out of an ancient Rackist 1785 x2 .***  lying board and pasted that yellow excrement you **** daily as his hair and that complexion, so orange....hahaha!!  How dumb are these things?

A dystopian paradise, you're both in one
Turning sweet into sour
Reproduced in reverse a delayed reaction
Wandering through the twelfth hour
Looking down from your high tower
Leading me through hell
I keep turning back for more
These desolate declarations I can't ever ignore
Providing constancy, with means to make me stay
I am the vile fragrance of desperation in the cold light of day
And I can't rinse it away fast enough, it's already in
Twisting through the surface
Scorching my skin
Vandalizing my integrity, dividing my mind
These venal words have changed the colour in my eyes
A shade of decept turning my perception dim
Watching myself from the outside as I try to get back in
****** to reiterate yesteryear
Occupied by myth
A ******* hidden in my own body
Glorified
Looking promising but full of lies

Dissolveable.
This emptiness that washes over me like acid rain.
Ash in water.
Trim the mass like lambs to the slaughter.
Traitors in my mind paint my eyes blind. All I see is deceit.
My true nature. To escape this danger.
When nothing haunts me.
I am numb.
Empty, as vacant as the shell of my former self.
What am I, when I'm so sudden to disappear. Running from myself to escape an absurd fear.
Fooled by a fallen angel, whom I never sought out. Cowering in the light of morality, savouring these thoughts of doubt.
ceasing to exsist here, Waiting to get out.
A rose, by another name.
I am not the same.
Bloomed in agony, blossomed in dispear. Putrid is my nature. Dissolveable is my fear.
Dreary land of cries and shadows. I will lay here, on your floor. Consuming pain for evermore.

It was a graveyard and overcast sky
and I sat with book and accordian in hand,
hearing the world with its screams
swallow up around me.
The people whom I had loved and lost,
Papa with his silver eyes
Mama her sharp tongue and tough love
Rudy whose hair the colour of lemons
and questioned why, the living and dead,
worlds apart, yet both did not have a choice.
I stood and screamed so that everything shook
the burning rubble and ash and dust
willing my words to bring it all back
but it did not come, and my breath rose in gasps.
Death had looked me in the eye and said,
“It’s not time yet.”
I would shut my eyes to the world
only decades later.
I will understand that there was hate and pain
there was sadness
but even more so, there was love and joy.
I will know that the people I loved had reason
to kiss goodbye
whether it was their own hurt
or saw it as a necessity,
but they were never truly gone from me
always somewhere nearby,
in the thick and thin
frail and worn
of times.
I would learn
to forgive Death that day.
I will understand that
and I will be hurt,
but I will be okay.

~

Not all deaths are sad.
Some, meant to ease their own pain,
Are called freedom.
While some,
Meant to ease the pain of others,
Are called love.

© BT

as any *** two sides to this
strange duplicity

heads can be tails tails most often are *****
and heads stuck up thems
in tender blind bliss thinking

that's someone else's ****
they are snoofing
in sublime stupidity

never a doubt their nostrils strain
at the incandescent sulfur smell
arising yellow into their eyes

around into their nostrils denying
asking  acting innocent
who ****?