The screws dug deeper
        into my skin Burrowing
like tiny invasive flames
Pain tripping sickly
into my veins Finding its home
  under
       muscle
and sinew As
tendrils probed my serpent
guts
Shock.Subdued.Sensation
Gently arresting functionality
Instead of Epinephrine resistance
I found myself drifting
further Into Sleep.

Sometimes I think about you
And I can't stop crying.

This inhuman mask of stability
Is all for ******* show.
The tears
The pain
The anger,
Stored quietly below.
I wonder if you even think of me
If my name's a thorn.
Tho contemplation is a waste
When all the love is gone.
It broke me when I lost you
There's nothing left but doubt.
My heart burned bright with passion
Until you put it out.

This feeling.
This phase.
Let it die.
My bones and heart are weary,
Beyond sickness or displeasure.
Let me wallow in this lousy passion,
I want the ripe solace of moist flesh,
Succulent sin.

there is no joy in removing this,
no pleasure forgetting you.
pretending to forget,
to make the days easier,
the nights shorter.
I miss telling you "I love you"
those words now deadened
in my throat.
I hate these terms of undoing,
when you are all I remember
and the world is cold
and sterile.
those gnashing smiles of carefree pasts
reminding me
to be grateful
because all you lost is a woman
plenty more fish
better to have loved and lost
time heals all wounds
it wasn't meant to be
ILLCUTOUTYOURTONGUE
she was not that.
she was starlight in the chaos
meaning and reason
the voice I loved
a reason
where there was none.

I found immortality in a dream
something something
A secret Beatles album,
Songs rearranged.
And though the answer quickly fades
I was glad to know.

You are a world away
I am entirely numb
Disconnect, dial again
Know
"I think I'm dumb"
Redefine success
Without bars or locks
Leave the past behind
In this Heart-Shaped Box
All apologies
A grain becomes a pearl
Unseen complications
In thinking
About a girl