The world is colder when you open up its’ jaws.
The sign says no, but your heart says go.
You’ll blame the stars or the snakes beneath your feet,
don't forget to hide the receipt.
You inject blame to the dead.
Where are your morales, where is your sense?
Where is the blood when you need to mend?
This is your fault and this is your sword.
Please, take your daily dose.
Ignore our existence, so you can beg for more.
Beg for the claws inside your heart.
And once they’re out, once they melt,
I promise, I promise
It’ll cool you like a quilt.
I promise, No!
I guarantee-

You’ll miss the bruises and the cuts.
You’ll miss the screaming and the torture.
No more clay in the ruts, no more tape to the edges.
Just blood and heart attacks.
Oh, You’ll miss it.

And when you sleep at night you’ll ask the ceiling “why?”
“Why is it so cold?”
Because you opened up it’s god ****** jaws,
slit your wrists and fed the beast.
A meal on a plate, dessert in it’s hands.

Torture that you call it, a blessing that we give.
Seasons kiss your skin, but pain will destroy it,
no mending for your sin.
No light will kiss you, no laughter or kin.
The Ice will take you in!
The Ice will take you in!
The ice will love you. The ice will bathe you in it’s grin.
You will miss us dear, oh how I promise.
Do take a walk in the forest. Let the wind sink in.
I will whisper I will scream.
You will shiver to my note.
The cold bites honey, wear your coat.

Memories are a potent, and cruel existence.
You want to smile, you'd like to think of the flutter in your chest, the feeling of joy covering your eyes.
But memories are full of melancholy and odium.
They remind you of the years you've breathed, they remind you of the things you've seen
They cling to your eyelids like stained blood.
We all have the memories, such sanguine feelings they carry.
But is such, worth the daggers prickling at your eyes?
Are they worth, the engraving pain that trickles down your spine?
I am a reminder. I am your pain. I am your joy.
Blink.
Maybe you'll see me.
**-Dakota R. McIvor

Your claws are short, as they are dull,and still, you bare teeth of the dire.
You're tongue is weak and your will is vacant.
Of course, you are one to believe that we are stronger, that we can conquer.
Such silly lies you spew, such great stories that only make you pretty.
As stars whisper, you will laugh. Their light trembles as your hands steady.
You smile; oh what a smile.
I reached out to it at the mid night hour. You told me to die, die, die.
But your claws are short, as they are dull; yet you dare bare the teeth of the dire.
Your tongue is weak, it would be a shame if something would to happen to it.
Your voice could no longer be heard, and such fake teeth would no longer be cared.
I shall shove your tongue and your lies back down your throat.
You will Asphyxiate, and you will scream.

"Fingers twist into charcoal like the fires of last night.
You no longer dance with the rest of us, you're only ashes in mid-flight.
She screams, I am insane.
I whisper, You are too blame."