Silent treading and blank white walls
Glistening lights emitting from bulbs
A burden treading thousand drops of water
Cascading down with sheets such disaster
Boots soak and slop without grip
Nails tear at dreary white walls
Like a thundering blank of sea tossed ships
All the white lights shimmer about mist
It's difficult to seize the fine lines
Which to cross
Which too tearful a loss
Down the blank hallway
Stretching for miles away
It's impossible to miss
All the faces scrutiny
I clutch at my chest
It's emotions bursting like mutiny
Washed ashore my body soon come to be
Tumbling,
Spinning,
The water breaching the tiled ceiling
The hallway fills and lights flicker
Set adrift a silent scream
The heavens sent here
Of not a love story
But one of a journey
Even too great for me

i swirl in van gogh.
i am charcoal stains
on blue,
a smile of barbed wire
for the painter,
i am mona lisa, true.

monet, he paints me
calm waters,
water lilies floating
in solitude,
he doesn't see
the fire sprouting
in my veins.

picasso cannot stain
my heart with colour,
magritte cannot
create a masterpiece
out of my eyes.

to be immortalized
i beg in pink
lick the brush
and paint myself
alive.

end my days
in escher,
sketch myself
out of the stairway,
into the globe.

throw myself
at deaths eye,
kiss the canvas
rotten, ******,
*pretty.

I trace the scars on your body.
Secretly judging your every flaw.

Your breath hot and slightly sour.
I grimace, but let you kiss me anyway.

Your embrace too tight, but I do not fight it.
I become damp with sweat, my skin pressed on yours.

You snored loudly in my ear.
I could not sleep, I was miserable.

Your face so calm, so far away in sleep.
So ugly, but it made me want you more.

I am attracted to such misery.
The nausea inside me, somehow comforts me.

As long as I am not alone,
I can tell myself I am happy.

I can lie to myself...I am happy.