it's spooky time
i'm old enough to not go out
to not dance with the witches
to not consort with the ghosts
but as fall's ****** approaches
and the cursed superstitions rage
i call upon the devil's day
i speak with satan's servants
i laugh at those who pray
my heart is filled with mischief
and as the night becomes tinted in black and purple
i light it up with flames
i becomes the night's mistress.

don't
spend so much time
taking things at face value
brash and decisive
rather
spend more time
delving deeper and standing by the sidelines
silent and deadly.

splattering footsteps dash
rare LA rain descending in puddles
a 7/11,
a cigarette,
a lighter
he removes the hood
revealing curved horns
clawed fingers flicking until
he lights the cigarette,
takes a smoke.

sopping wet demon in the cool rain
his yellow eyes flash with boredom
abandoned by heaven and ****** into
the hell called 'earth'.

was compliant
but wanted to be defiant
unsure of her alliance
so she stayed in her compliance
she stayed in her silence
on her man did she stay reliant
to keep quiet was her only assignment
her boyfriend was her tyrant
her own identity was a lie and
as she saw the horizon
she became a lion;
and rid herself of her relationship

triumphant.

the people inside
control my system
meticulously leading on their own lives
and their separate personalities
create me, the host
my amnesiac heart is filled with memories
in my body but not my mind
and my fingers are unfamiliar to nostalgia
as the past is faded like an old photograph
and the future is threaded with lies
the only present i have is now
and thus, i chop off my ears
so as to not hear those cries

dear hallucinations,
i do not love you so
leave my mind and reality
before the world is interrupted by my flow
my distinct lifestyle
butchered by your presence
i turn my back away
for if i faced you,
my hold on the edge would lessen

the shadows in my vision
lurk eerily beyond the veil
a crack between life and death
their claws grabbing my heart without fail
if i could restart my life
i would do so without a doubt
as this life i am living in
is sparked with everyday trials

my limbs are lead and hell beckons
if i had the nerve to **** myself
i would do so in a second.

a candle
lit in the background of the party
created for the ambiance, the flow
but not necessarily needed.
a candle,
scented and sweet,
filled with senses of warmth
but needs others to come
and light it up.
a candle,
stifled as its own wax
begins to creep up on the delicate flame.
a candle,
drowned in itself,
through burning itself out
goes unnoticed.

my soul is the weak flame
my ambition is the wax
as we begin to use more of ourselves
we begin to **** our souls
our hearts break but our minds stay strong
in the ideals of 'you must succeed'
until it is far too late to save
what is left of the fire.

flat, empty pools
of common eyes
reflect my own insanity in front of me

i drown in their relativity;
watching myself as i sink lower and lower
into the well i have dug for myself

fat teardrops burst on my face
mingling in the rain as i stare
the tumultuous clouds on fire
my skin is melting in acid rain

quietly, i shrink
my soul is fragmented and scattered
and my mind is blank of ambition

if life is simply a simulation
i hope the computer breaks soon
if life is simply a projection of my mind
i hope my life ends soon.