A delicate fabric
Developing into me
Pursuing promises of light
As my lungs begin to  perforate
A rebel moon uninvited
Spitting pieces of ropes into the wasted clouds
I become frantic with the thought of relapse
With reflections of vulnerability
Starless twisting my departure
Boiling my foundations as the ashes bleed
The remorse of my demise seeping out my integrity

Substance free
Regretfully gazed at the galaxies
Rebel raised
Rejected promises
A flawless fight spun
Patterns painting in my throat
Departing at midnight to help with  god's thoughts
With glacial , temple moons
Mentally splattered  
Chemically misplaced
Split apart chest
I no longer exist

Pieces of lungs
Raging into hollow waves
The sand raining down
Wishes on the forsaken blue lips
The journey into deaths door
I just want to see it all fade away

As a tree has ripened  inside me
Twigs of fatigue
That are soulless
Raw and released
My hands are oppressed
My reasoning is heavy
I'm aware that I'm,  ready to succumb

You were a secret failure
Drugs and needles
You ******* betrayed
Veins that swallowed who you were
I was to drunk to help
Feeling shamed
Secluded in this gigantic earth
With not a single soul
Ghostly whispers start to speak
Dreams drifting in and out
Flaming dust in my ears
Getting blitzed for fun,  doing candy flips
Flowers in my hair
Covering my eyes with feathers
I can't see
The death should of been me

Welcome into this kindling worship
Where the sensualism is regained
The atomsphere penetrates the frailty
Spiraling and enwrapping into vulnerability
Giving me words of ease
With fairytales of ecstacy
My vanilla tunnels belongs to you
Eyelashes heavy from your tears
I have found, and fallen from the heavens
Dancing freely, in melting candles not afraid to burn
I construct you with my hands

Yet you bury, and cast me far from hours in the distance
Unrooting my voice in the wind
Stretching scars, recasting fury

The city lights cried
The bridges were beaten and bare
Rocks cast adrift
Fragments inside the concrete forced me to breathe
I frequently disdained the soul of my death
The lips of ink scraping my day

As the contour of the sun reflects from the windowpane
The layers  of the sea burned
Death in a jar
Distracted and bruised
As the whiskey smoke invades my space
Hands trembling on the glass
This dull fabric of my soul is smudged
With lacerations of my past