From every moment
         Inside and outside of me
Its always been you

An acid washed version of myself.
Worn and torn.

The fatal girl.

Everyone tries, no one buys.
Passed around,
lost aroma.

Terminally insecure.

Pushing towards nothing.
Striving for the unattainable.

Nothing is actualized.

The skin fades,
exposing deep blue veins.
They seep to the surface.

Vulnerable flesh.

Anticipating the sharp tongue
to **** from the inside out.

His fingers  trace my skin.
The white patterns
permanently
fashioned in.
Uneasy breathing.
The pang of curiosity
fills the room.

I silently plead him not to.


He asks anyway.

It’s a funny thing what drugs can do to you.
They can rip apart your soul.
Expose you, to the elements of a
false reality.
Where things seem nice, as if they were
some sick escape of the sorts.

Places become more brilliant.
People become more beautiful.
Everything becomes brighter.

The world is upside down,
intertwined with something which
cannot be described by simple
words.

It is something of the smells of Christmas,
and the feelings of warmth, mixed with
accomplishment and a linger scent of
disaster.

For all love ends in disaster.

Rough fingers collide
            tongues speak in sign language
For it is just us

You plug your ears so you cannot hear my pain.

Turn your back, and hope for the best, ignoring my cries.

My cries fed by your lies.

I feel like I am screaming.

I am burning and trashing.

Yearning and crashing.

Pining for normalcy, normalcy that one was there.

I feel no comfort, only anger and sadness.

My own hands are pushing me back into the blackness.

Your tongue is coated in poison, and it flicks across my heart, and seeps into my veins.

Ripping me apart and exposing all of my weakness,

Untying the lace that held my bones together.