2.4.

******
is what I’m writing

Let me hear your
sweet little lies

I love how you
tell your tale
of dark fairytales
Stories of illustrated
deviants

Monsters are
inspired
by everyday
hero’s

Close my eyes
Hold my breath
Lay my head
on your bare
chest

All your secrets
I keep between
my thighs
Waiting for
Black Ravens
to make their
escape
across enemy
lines

There is a
paradise
lost
in the heart
of all of us

Now I am blind
So blind
I’m so blind
Trying to find
Real words to
speak

Do you remember
how your heart
would bleed
on top of me?

Beat
Beat
Beating and
bleeding

Never satisfied
You will always be
seeking

I’m going on
pay per view
dates
with
desperation
and despair
Placing ******
bets
Lap dances
on
Musical chairs

I’m taking
Deaths dare
Truth is
I was never
******* scared

Everyday
I hack away
at my own
Achilles heel

Im done wasting
my life
being
brain washed
to worship
false
fear