Anything at all, anything at all, is your friend
Brooding mind is a bending skull
Cry it out, cry it out, let it go
Don’t let yourself forget to know
Everything, everything, is your friend
Forgo your lies, forgive yourself
Grieving the death of myself
Celebrating the rebirth of someone else

I love you the way I love myself
I love you the way I love myself
I love you the way I love myself

burdened with illness, burdened that i should be michelangelo

shall i be caesar among men, living and breathing and creating superiority

shining sun gleaming moon glistening constellation, never dull

the void of the heart weighs us down yet shouldn’t nothing account for something

the dying beg to be watered and fed

the dying beg to be something

please, let us be something

drowning, drowning

7 stories high and i am drowning

the wind in my hair and the ledge

narrow, chipping

drowning

i am drowning

the sea of bodies gather

flesh screaming

rippled echoes pelting my ears

drowning

i slip

and i am drowning

drowning

cake, once soft fluffy and sweet, now covered in my own *****

i muster the strength to reach out with my sickly hands towards the flimsy paper towels to clean up my rotting mess

my aching body stumbles across the kitchen floor made of nightmares

no evidence is left to show at the scene except for that which resides in me

pulsating underneath my tingling human flesh
trillions of red blood cells dancing and swaying
simmering underneath my dreary basset hound eye bags
flaming fire and desire born out of my own need for sleep
shaking are my cold and violent hands
while my body pouts that it does not get its way

if my physical manifestation were free
it would spend a million dollars on things it doesn’t need
if my legs broke out of their rightful imprisonment
they would dance until they were drenched in a sticky humid sweat

chains bound my wrists to prevent my imminent collapse
from the rush of a mind blowing high i did not endorse
i will sit in silence on the edge of my seat and wait
for the rollercoaster ride from hell to end

drenched in the hollow moonless night

i see your gaze in the southern stairs of the distant stars

wildfire pulsating and impaling through my chilling heart



gracefully float in flight beneath the flashing lights

reach and touch my aching bony hands

gently lifting and entangling as we dance



pull me in closer towards the balustraded balcony  

dip me eternally into the starry night

while the world coats us onto its glossy acrylic canvas in admiration

violently happy

i am with you

frightfully in love

i am with you

excitably childlike

i am with you

and lifelessly i lie in your bed limp and bloodied with my self inflected wounds

you shake me to wake me

but inside and outside there’s nothing but the red moon