When you cut me open
We both noticed something
A little odd

I know it made you want to
Run away but I swear,
I'm nothing bigger than you
No better than you
No higher
Than you

My blue blood is nothing
But memories of a lost
Time

This is a different kind of
Vitality and different
Doesn't mean bad

Take my word; the world
Looks no different through
My eyes

I have a theory that a new
Day begins only when you've
Had a chance to sleep after midnight
And for an added bonus, maybe
You'll wake to see the sunrise
As well

I've gone a few mornings without
Sleeping but I'm ready to put a
Big red bow on this night and
Call it a day

I mean,
Call it sacrilege but
A break is what I need

I don't know what's crossed your
Brain tonight but I know that
You shouldn't think I want you to
Know that I think highly of you

So please,
Kiss me and get it over with

Love runs thick
Down my face like
Tears after a long day of
Cold weather and kisses

Paint me red with
Winter sunsets and
Crushed rose petals
Like old perfume

Pray for me
Because I'm about to lose
Myself again

You make your promises
But your legends are as real
As my dreams of a
Perfect life

I resent you no less than the Devil
And I keep your book on my
Shelf so I can read the death of
Your son and remember how you
Killed him in cold blood

You'll **** me too one day,
Like you did him,
And I'll die as insignificant as everyone else
Because we're nothing more than
Your playthings

I meant to take a shower
Seventeen minutes ago
And by the time this poem is
Written, the clock will read a little
Wrong and I'll be lost again

I'll feel a little bad again and
I'll forget what it feels like
To kiss someone and mean it
To love someone and mean it

Remember when it was
Exciting?

Neither do I

Never really felt awful about
The way I slip in my rhetoric
And sink the world into these
Bogs of everlasting rot

It was my curse to inspire anger
But now in my path is
Sown sadness and though I will
It not, that's the way curses are

I never write down my poems and
They always rhyme,
Cast in dead images and
Forged by the lips of an angel

It's all I could hope for to make
It to the bottom