heat blurs the evening streets
like waves across asphalt oceans
it all blends into nothing
a mirage,
highway hypnosis,
they won’t notice her
on the side of the road,
long white ears dyed carmine
and the light fading to her eyes
angels will come for her eventually,
with buzzard wings and beaks
they'll steal the secrets
from her bones and leave her
empty like the memories of july
she would have had
if she'd lived long enough

I see the cracks in my stars
and yours
and they look no different
from all the mistakes:
your lying and cheating,
all my broken promises.

I don’t have a reason
for every day like you do
I’m lost in the passage of seconds,
in every pause before your heartbeat

Closet full of wax
skeletons I can’t get rid of
They tend to melt
in the cold of your heart
and shape into the only worry
I've ever had:
what will I do when
the spot beside me is empty
where you used to sleep
and the sheets are cold?

His dreams are told through the eyes of an honest liar
and those eyes are black like respiratory failure
and sleep paralysis, his passions are inflamed
in monochrome and cream his nights are longer
than evenings in August, the sheets cling like the arms
of a past love, and he feels as though he is drowning
in pools framed with lashes.

Extaticly shining
Weightless -
- We are flying -
Tell me another lie
More wind beneath my broken wings
-  I'll give you a reason to sing -
Last lover lost
In the gale of tears
- She wasn't crying for * *you ** -
Another stitch in my side
I don't need your last words
- Save them for someone that can hear -
Your yelling in the attic
He won't come this time
- Can't you save yourself by now?  -
We gave in once but not again
And who will start the whispers
- When tombstones make me think of you -

My sleeves are stained red
by all the truths that I've shed
through these jagged lines on my arms.

I've seen my last shooting star
and traced the last scar
on this tattered heart of mine.

I'll just lay my head down
while I listen to the sound
of my dreams all fading away.

If I had one thing to say
it'd be : don't mourn the day
that this phantom said her farewell.

Her eyes were the color of solar flares
and the remnants  of super novae,
eyelashes damp with Venus’ acid rain.

Body in the curves of the Northern Lights,
there were stars at her fingertips,
galaxies twined in the star dust of her hair.

Constellations lined her dress
as she danced in the celeste of red ribbon clouds
the storms created.

She travelled across the icelands of Neptune
though days never passed through the tail of Hailey’s comet,
only sulfuric nights on Io.

Is it bad I wished them dead?
A silver bullet through the head?

Splatters on the wall
no more running down the hall.

Scarlet blood turning black.
Pretty faces going slack.

Heavy metal in my hand.
Legs were shaky, couldn't stand.

Screams pierced the rainy night.
Just wanted them out of my sight.

Crimson tears always burn.
Though my head I'll never turn.

My boots hit the street.
Their bodies leak heat.

They say I'm insane.
Truth is I'm in pain.

Is it wrong I killed them dead?
There are no more whispers in my head.