If Michaelangelo,
Were alive today,
He would sculpt your svelte and lithe figure,
Into the finest Italian marble,
Marble that would last for ten thousand years,
So all men, from this day forward,
Would have the opportunity,
To perceive and envision,
That which only,
He and God could create.
She laughed at me,
Again.

Just stop breathing God ******
Stop breathing right now
Understand?

I cannot stand the rise and fall
So slow and steady and alive
It moves me along
Simulates something that I
Do not want to be

Understand?

Sink your teeth
deep into my innocence,
on your plump lips
does it taste devine?
Just like this heart of mine?

Drink up the grease
of guilt and lies
I dare you, I dare you!
It'll mix with yours
just fine.

**** my wasted kisses
from the tip of my tongue,
they always lingered there,
Scrape them off with a razor
put them in a jar.

But leave my heart,
leave it dead and black
inside me.

So I have trust issues
Blame the people who used me
So I cant get through a day without thinking about death
Blame the people who abandoned me
So I feel worthless
Blame the things that fade
So I'm not the strongest
Blame everyone who brought me down
So my heart isn't whole
Blame the ones who broke it
So I'm messed up
Blame the people who judged me when they never knew me
Or all I've been through.

The sprint of dust is
a chokehold of coiled rope
grappling with bloodstains
and bullet holes, robbed
arteries and cracked ribs
driven into lungs like a
bad crash.

Each death carries a
stop-watch on perma-play
tick tick tick
as the day gets farther
away, and not one has a
claim on me, but I'm a
bookmark on a page they
hope spells their cause
on my death certificate.

Just pick up the razor
Let it dance across your wrist
Dragging a red train behind it
Just let it caress your skin
  Bringing you into oblivion

Just swallow every last pill
Make sure ever last one slides down your throat
And even as your body writhes and heaves
Just relax into it, riding the wave
   Bringing you your sweet escape

Just leave your engine running
With all the doors and windows shut
Inhale the tantalizing smell of death
Just wait until you feel the fumes embrace you
     Bringing you home on a bed of smoke

Just hang some twine from your rafters
Feel its soothing massage around your neck
Say a quick prayer, and taking a last breath
Just jump, feet first, and don’t look down, listen for the crack,
     Bringing you the last sound you’ll hear

Just touch the cold metal to your head
Soft as a gentle kiss, with a velvet bullet tongue
You know your white walls would look lovely red
Just slowly squeeze the trigger, easy as she goes
      Bringing you into a state of ecstasy, fade to black

Just run into the pure blue depths, slick and serene
They’ll crash around you, knocking you down
Beating you, the way that gets you off
Just submit to the indigo ink, to the large rocks breaking your back,
Bringing you to your highest peak, and then silence

Just let yourself be free, forget about your troubles
And let Death’s cloak wrap around you in embrace
Taking you to worry free shores, painless cliffs
Just let go, just like you’ve always wanted
   Bringing you the satisfaction of release