You slip another excuse from your blood red lips.
It slithers snake like
flicking its tonge
staring with never blinking eyes
as it climbs up excitedly
strangling me with its obvious deceit.
I accept it regretfully
and slip slowly into blackness as it chokes the air from my pride.
Sure,
next time,
with that salesman's grin on your face.
I just bought a 1982 with a cracked block
and 25% interest.
That giddy smirk on your complexion
it shakes the limp hand of my shameless ignorance.
Still I feel no bliss.
I'd love to see you again you say
bagging up your things
and shaking with anticipation
at the freedom beyond my sight.
My authenticity suddenly becomes pathetic
mirroring your statement
onto a fleeing back.
Now,
my days are spent watching walls
and contemplating loneliness.
The white begins to swirl
pitted pimples capturing old filth.
Its monotone reaches to swallow me whole in the silence
some still blanket grasping.
I'll let go.
It's not that hard to ignore reality
until the cigarette cherry climbs its way to my finger tips
fiery teeth biting.

*Your back,
stay for a while,
Its not like things could get worse than this.

Death strokes her hair
Makes it easy to scare
She walks so smooth, and slow
With a ghostly manner; images of a crow
Lacks a heart yet owns a pulse and an impressive circulation of blood
Her figure is thin, face is pale, always thinks ahead
A moving corpse, a bride to the underneath
If it wasn't for the winter and the opaque steam that furnishes out of her mouth you aren’t sure whether or not she stopped to breathe
Her talk is few; sometimes she doesn't talk at all
She enjoys the blasting music in ear pieces of rock "n" roll
She looks in directions, as if he is omnipresent and she is not content
For the day he came, death lent her a white paper inked with sorrow and bottomed with her consent
He broke her heart and left; intimidation the key for social homicide
Turning left and right she found no one by her side
In that day she died
In that day she died
Time of death was written down on tissue papers and napkins, with unforgiving tears
Reasons to live could come, but in her opinion reasons to die were ut-most clear
She plunged into the unknown, far beyond her normal daily routine
And decided not to contribute a role in that big act, yet she decided to lurk behind that scene
Definition of death was never the limitation of physicality or elimination of life
Definition of death is simply…the opposite of being alive…

What kind of vicious sacrilege is this?
Show up,
6 for 90,
get back behind the curtains.
This is how it goes.

Night.
Night.
Some burning pain
in the right:
powders blot,
water explodes,
take it,
one more.
Take it......one more.
Wallow
Swallow
Whole
Peel back
Hollow souls.
****** up:
just one,
j u s t one,
j u s t  o n e,
more.
MORE
Found 'em
**** 'em,
get back.
Try to do the ******* slide.

And let the pain engulf me
And erase the thoughts of you

Because anything
Because everything

Can hurt less
Could do less damage.