Sometimes the impulse to write is in my bones and buzzing in my brain
My skull shakes and the voices feel like and earthquake
For me, it's always been a disease
An unforgiving compulsion that stops me in my tracks
These words escape, Christ, I don't even think
It's like being possessed
So I picked up this ******* red pen to perform an excorcism

I see behind
Your vacant eyes
Right through to your core
There's nothing there
There never was
An empty shell
With painted sides
Masking truth
Hiding lies

Why do I still smoke cigarettes
Now that they make me sick to my stomach
This town is already suffocating me
It dies at midnight
As the city lights go out
The cherry of my cigarette goes dark
Nothing is genuine
And every street light that illuminates
The silent streets
Confirms my worst fears
Every living creature dies alone
I wish I didn't understand
Wish I could be ignorant again

Three days was all it took
You got under my skin
I'm not sure if it was
The way your hands wrapped
Around my neck
Or the way your lips melted into mine
I hope I got under yours
When my fingernails slid down your back
Telling our story in red lines
It's never felt so good to hurt