Please don’t fall asleep
If you do I will be stuck here by myself
In my head.
I am filled with monsters of all shapes and sizes.
They lurk in the corners
waiting for the silence to consume me
so they can
Whisper their truths inside my head.
She hates you.
The words echo around my brain
Poisoning my thoughts
but now I know.
She hates me.

Please wake up.
Tell me I’m lovely again.
Lets sit in the park
and whisper our quiet
I love you’s
Across the vast lake that is my sorrow.
Lets hide in the basement
Giggles muffled by our alcohol sodden tongues.
Just once more
Will you silence the monsters in my head?
Just once more
Will you kiss away the poison?
Just once more
Say you love me please
Before the monster consumes my soul.

Bury me in stories
Fill my head with pretty
Pictures
Throw words into my cage
They will fill me up
Taking away my reality
Help me find the right
Words
To unlock my prison
I’ll cram my words into a key
Unlock my prison
Only to find myself falling
Once again.
Bury me in a ditch
On the side of the road
Let the maggots
Fill my head.
Decomposition
Will be my key
The swearing in my brain
Silenced
Rot will take me over
Then I will be words
Spoken of the lips of
Loved ones
A story
The sorrow will fade
As my skin drys
Peeling away from my skull
And as my words are spread
Then I will be in
Paradise

She filled me up with butterflies
Their wings made of her
Charcoal hair.
Butterflies as beautiful as her and
Almost as dangerous.
Once they realized
She left me behind
The carnivorous little devils
Ate me alive
From the inside out,
Their bites hurt almost as much as her
Silence.
I haven't  seen her in months
And the butterflies are dying
Their rotting corpses
Thud to the ground
Next to my broken heart.
As the silence screams at me
The last butterfly dies  
And I am almost free
But once again she reaches out
And grabs my heart
Her claws tearing me apart
Then her butterflies stitch me back together
once again.

Trying to fill the empty spaces
with coffee stained pages
and the memory of a kiss on a windy night
when you were both drunk and under your closed eyes
there was only the illusion
of a different tomorrow
where birds would sing the music of your mind
where planes would take you
to a place where the roses never die.
You  fall asleep every night picturing yourself
wearing a nice shirt and a pretty **** smile
and in your dreams
her white dress dances around your body
in the shadow of a ****** red sky.

Is it hope or is it just a lie?

Eating crumbs of happiness from the pavement
won't turn you into a pigeon,
you're still a fish
swimming in a bowl of pain
surrounded by the smoke of the cigarette left burning in the heart serving as an ashtray.

And in the end you realize
that life is just a space between hellos and goodbyes.

She was made out of ribbons and butterflies
She floated with a tragic grace and a melancholy smile painted on her face
She only existed by the magic and wonder of lost yesterdays
There was a quite storm of rage and sorrow trapped in her eyes
She found comfort in the fingertips of deaths cold grip
Though she could no more die than she could sleep or dream
And she could not sleep or dream for she was made of dreams
She lived in streches of hours and days
And inbetween seconds and flashes
She was neither here or there
But always everywhere
The ocean crashed and rolled within the threads of her hair
Tidal waves of mist hid her ever flowing tears
In moments of secrecy she prayed for the extinction of ribbons
And of a burning blaze to consume the last wing of all butterflies