oUt Of sYNc

oUt Of sYNc Dec 2018

fumes

I was never impressed by people
Who enjoyed puffing out smoke.
I hated the smell. It made me choke
And made me cough.
But when I had you
Between my lips I simply
Could not get enough.
I was in awe by your softness
Reminding me of my first kiss.
My teeth biting into the filter
As I pilfer through every wheezing
And every hiss.

I inhaled you in.
Like the phantom you are,
Dancing inside every lung.
I tasted you. Fumes crawling
From my lips to my mouth and
Resting on my tongue.
You made me feel whole.
Like the fog filling up a hole inside
My mind so I can think.
My body taking its toll as my soul
Go into the clouds and sink.

You burnt me.
Your tip red hot with embers
Flying out into the air.
Remembering the heat of my
Frustration and ashes returning my
Deafening glare.
You were no more. All that’s
Left was a red part of you between
My lips and the fire inside me you set.
I snuffed you out. Tossed you to the ground
And stepped on you.
Time to light another cigarette

Dec 2018

Limbotheclown

" Borrowed Time"

" Borrowed time, borrowed time. Pull up a chair and cut me a line. Tell me a story of when you were young. Where the devils danced and angels sung. Borrowed time, borrowed time... Show me a lie and tell me im fine. Give me a mirror, that reflects a glow. Of youthful beauty, and when time moved slow. Roll me your bones and commit me to rust.. Ashes to ashes. Dust into dust. "

oUt Of sYNc Nov 2018

RaNDOm

Anger and rage fueling every word
Escaping my lips as the cage of my bird
Silently and willfully flapping two wings
Taking on two very different things

oUt Of sYNc Apr 2018

We Played Tag

We played tag and I was it. I was chasing after your whim. I ran and I sprinted behind you tho i knew my chances were slim as you were too busy running after him.

I just wish you'd look back and see me

oUt Of sYNc Apr 2018

The Pain of Swallowing Starlight

You were the sea the clouds held above.
Dripping colors of your favour I could never come to love.
The clouds come down to drown the sounds of my sight
As I see the tunes of the music playing,
Moons majestically swaying in the light.
I can hear the colors as they prickle and tickle my skin.
The pigments spread though the bed of the elements I hold within.
That night, I fell asleep. I talked in my sleep, I slept as I talked
About what I dreamt in my thoughts when I thought in my dreams
What if my lips saw colors my nose don’t recognize and if my eyes
Never saw the world on how it really seems.

You were leaking starlight the stars tried to keep.
The sun radiating a lullaby mediating the sky to help you sleep.
A glow so toxic but illogically frantic to my satisfaction so I held up a hand.
I reached and breached the beach of each star I could never understand.
I broke the barrier and opened the carrier of the glow to overflow everything in my mind.
I sank in the light as the brightness sink inside. I choked and struggled, I coughed and I swallowed the glow diminishing me from what lies behind.

thanks for reading :)

#stars #universe

oUt Of sYNc Apr 2018

@3 am

It starts with panic
The moment you’re left alone.
You start to question everything
You come to have known.
The awful memories
Will start to play back in your head.
Depression feeding your confusion and
Deprivation as you lay in your bed.

But you can’t sleep.

You’re too busy planning. Thinking.
Inflicting the never ending pain you’re feeling.
Everything’s a big blur as you slur every word you’re saying.
Whispering, yelling every little thing to stop
Your emotions sinking.

But you’re already too deep.

Then you’ll cry. Tears falling down
Your frozen face.
You’ll start to notice how ****** up and
Imperfect you’ve been for days.
You want to take it different,
You’ll crave nothing but change.
Everything small is now a throbbing monstrosity
And anything familiar is rearranged.

These are the stories I keep.

oUt Of sYNc Apr 2018

I picked my poison

You asked me why
I’m purposely inhaling poison
through my lips.
I enjoy feeling my lungs
breathing as it rips,
Exhaling fumes of treason
losing reason to my seasonal eclipse.
It’s a metaphor I’ll say.
To the guillotine beheading and flogging as it whips.

You asked me how.
I savour the feeling of self-mutilating blood
dripping down my skin.
I’m dying. Drowning from the blood leaking.
Revealing what’s behind my grin.
Silver metal shears caressing my burning flesh,
succumbing to the frightening pleasures of my sin.

You asked me what.
What do I hope to achieve
from pilfering every burning liquor I could find.
Every glass I receive helps me deceive
the emptiness in my mind.
Erasing the memory of misery.
The mystery I tried to leave behind
But the pain keeps playing,
emphasizing I’m worth nothing and just as it stops playing,
I rewind.

You asked me to stop!
If it’s poison, if it’s toxic, if it hurts, why do I do it still.

Perhaps it’s because there are things inside of me
I need to ****.

#dead