Intimate glances made between a shy waitress
and metal head cook.
Her face flares as red as the tomatoes she cuts
from his one simple look.
She takes an order,
with a note attached.
He calls her name,
to understand the format.

"Mayo on the side?" he questions her
with his sky blue eyes.
A lump forms in her throat,
trying to get the words to rise.

"Yes." she replies,
turning her head away.
He winks and smiles.
This is how they'll continue their day.
With,
intimate glances,
made between just them.
Here,
the intensity of a fire
begins to stem.

You cannot understand others,
Unless you know yourself.

Anxiety ridden fools,
Placed in a shelf.

Hung out to dry,
Like sundays chore.

Look deeper and see
To the core.

Misunderstood, confused lines
Of deep rooted persistence,

Give way to the mere thought
Of our excistance.

Express, then,
Underlying emotions of a simple human body,

Make being abnormal your
Second nature hobby.

The hunger to scratch and claw
upon the flesh of my face
is usually when my mind
begins to vanish without a trace.

Descending into darkened madness
fills me with fear
but the descent has begun.
Insanity is near.

There, I see a body,
hanging from a rope.
Dead and gone is the
feeling of hope.

Blood splattered across the walls
beckons me to walk these gruesome halls.

The need for open flesh
grows stronger.
Insanity won't be held back
much longer.

A knife to the wrist,
then a quick twist,
will give way to everything
delusion has wished.

A smile etched upon my face,
while a giggle escapes my lip,
as my heart begins to race,
making me lose grip.

I allow the fall and descend
into madness,
but when I am there,
I begin to panic.

Where is the girl I once knew?
Before darkness grew,
inside her like a wildfire,
creating the need to bleed dire.

Yet here I am,
with red on my wrist and hand.
The descent isn't so fun,
once you finally land.

"Go deep," she said.
Gliding her fingers across my hand.
Where do I start?
How do I begin?
Well I guess with any mistake, it began when I finished my gin.
I thought about heading to her place,
Even through the cold and rain.
But I hesitated when I pictured her face
Staring back at my intoxicated pain.
I would have heard it all before.
Her words of disgust and how I'll never change.
And then I'll plead and tell her I'll never be the same.
Then I thought what I'd go home to.
A room full of **** and empty tins of chew.
So I decided to say "**** all this." And step back out into the rain,
And into the abyss.