Poor courage,
break down pleasantly.
Feed the nameless
with siren calls.
Feed them all!
Their hungry bellies can have myth.
Feed them all
splinters of health in your absence.
Be a doll and let them feast.
Behold! You're tragic
after all.

After all drips have fallen
from the auto-feeder,
believing so much in -- no!
Run right back to mother hope,
covered in wire.
Metal bones frame our warm lit home.
Covered in wire.

Stares hurt too
much to remedy.
Breathe the pain in
your oxygen.
Breathe to mend
old bite marks on which critters gnaw.
Breathe to mend!
But breathe instead, poison
cutting coughs.
Begin orbit, notice your throat bleed.
Behold! Your answer
to their call:

Silence. Retreat.

Whisper frustration into bedsheets like a lover,
feel the warmth you radiate imitate another, to
take reward in the title "savior", to be reborn
in your listlessly pulsing head, and sing your solo
song, song, song,
Reborn, born, born
in leery echoes.

I am alone. All alone
I wish it were not the case,
I would have let you in, I would have, I swear!

You were to be my salvation!
You were to break my shackles and free my soul...
You watched as the demons burned me, as they tore
off pieces of flesh and left me void and damaged

I wish I could love you like I should
I wish you could love me like you had
Once upon a time
Before the monsters under the bed
Became the reality of our time.

I would give you the world on a silver platter
with a golden spoon, if only I had the option.
If only that arm were still left
If only that heart still pumped

I teeter on the edge
of salvation and desolation
my soul in a constant struggle,
while the ghost cheer on in the circle.

The abuse of those demons,
Well they left me in a pretty dark place
I wish I could have been stronger
I wish the effects were less

But my body is littered in scares, seen only from hell
and the halo was left for me to choke on from heaven.

My Father is the little boy kicking ant hills and pulling wings off butterflies, but he will cry and not understand why that beautiful monarch can't fly away and he will not understand why the ants have gone away. He has a spirit that has been lost for decades and I think now he has realized that he must search in order to find it. My Father crushed my Mother's spirit because he just never understood who she was but he knew he loved her and it was infuriating to him. He never meant any harm, genuinely,  he only wants the best like most fathers, and that was his downfall. I love my Father. He is my Father and the only one I will ever have. I will never look through the same glass as him and I have learned from his mistakes, just like I have from my Mother's as well (my father being one of hers). I have a little piece of my Father in me but I have a big part of Me inside and I know that I must learn and not repeat.