Black and blue marks
Cover her worn body
Influenced by alcohol
Worse than that
Is when her father
Goes below the belt
Without her consent
At least those scars
Will eventually heal

People always tell her
That she shouldn't be here
No one wants her
They all wish she would just disappear
Vanish from existence

Why are you alive?
Is a tornado in her mind
Twisting her emotions
Blowing away any
Chance of happiness

No drug or
Has done enough
To erase all the
Memories of her
Broken childhood

She welcomes the
Devil
Into her
Sadistic world
For he is the only one who
Truly understands how to
Make her past disappear

You were a whirlwind of moments
A tornado that swept in and left
Faster than all the destruction behind could ever prove
Quicker than I could ever stop
There was no chance in outrunning you
You reached the finish line
Before I could even find the track
You don't know though, and that's a shame
You'll always be my favorite disaster

I never said I'd wait forever
So then how did you know?
Know that you could leave, could vanish
And come back to still find me here
Years later in the same spot you left me in
My life had become one miserable scene
Of a world without you
And just like that you come back to flip the script
I never loved you because I needed you.
I needed you because I loved you.
You're who taught me how to breathe
Please don't steal my air again.

I erode without falter                                                           ­                                           
Riding on the prayer that holds a pretty notion                                                           ­         
To detach much like my former self shepherds euphoria                                                
The salt burns, red flesh blooms, puckered and ignored                                                
Hear me you beast of the sullen depths!                                                          ­              
****** into submission, subdued through the dull ache                                                      
I do not deny my servitude, I relish in it                                                               ­             
The plummet expected, a death desired
An appetite for masochism seeks recipes for avidity                                                        
T­he bruises left are a sweet delight, a benevolent impression                                              
A taste of copper and gray swindles a once ignorant soul                                                
Walk me to the ****** existence of man, we’ll watch its rapture                                    
That flaccid timber where he sits burns, forever embedded                                                  
The nights of putrid orchards sought after with vigor                                                          
W­e are burdened and writhing, just as ***** ought

Breath deeply
Close eyes
Touch the keys
Write what's in me*

Step back in time
Open my Eyes to the light

I see the glint of amber light
Flit from string to string
Warming the bow and arm

My Eyes cloud, blurring the memory

But I remember the sound
Not every note or line
But the beauty
From every breath and mind

My Eyes drift, begin to close
I sigh, I do not wish to open my eyes
To the typing keys, and reality