1.)
8/12/14 11:48 Pm
Breath in the smell
The smell of your smoking wrist
Burnt with the last razor not stained with blood
Smoke the demons out of the red blood cells
As if you lost the white in the sea of your own tears
2.)
8/14/14 4:59 Pm
I might as well been on the Great Wall of China
As you pushed me away
Because I’ve never fallen so hard, so fast
And I feel dead
3.)
8/14/14 6:23 Pm
I begged, I kept begging.
For what?
I have forgotten what I wanted.
I’m ashamed of crying.
Not for the tears
But the bruises left not by anyone
but myself.
I can point you to self afflicted scars
I can point you to the burns left inside my throat by a numbing agent Aka *****
I can show you the way my fist curls when I beat the pain out.
I’ll show you how ****** I am, eventually.
4.)
8/14/14 7:15 Pm
A sharpened knife & a pitch black room
Such a lovely couple
Just light a candle & watch in the dim flickering light as they make red passionate love.
It’s hard to miss, you can taste it in the air.
It’s almost like a bullet in the mouth ready to be unloaded.
Addendum, plot-twist; the passionate love is my blood.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
1.)
8/12/14 11:48 Pm
Breath in the smell
The smell of your smoking wrist
Burnt with the last razor not stained with blood
Smoke the demons out of the red blood cells
As if you lost the white in the sea of your own tears
2.)
8/14/14 4:59 Pm
I might as well been on the Great Wall of China
As you pushed me away
Because I’ve never fallen so hard, so fast
And I feel dead
3.)
8/14/14 6:23 Pm
I begged, I kept begging.
For what?
I have forgotten what I wanted.
I’m ashamed of crying.
Not for the tears
But the bruises left not by anyone
but myself.
I can point you to self afflicted scars
I can point you to the burns left inside my throat by a numbing agent Aka *****
I can show you the way my fist curls when I beat the pain out.
I’ll show you how ****** I am, eventually.
4.)
8/14/14 7:15 Pm
A sharpened knife & a pitch black room
Such a lovely couple
Just light a candle & watch in the dim flickering light as they make red passionate love.
It’s hard to miss, you can taste it in the air.
It’s almost like a bullet in the mouth ready to be unloaded.
Addendum, plot-twist; the passionate love is my blood.
