My smile stretches for miles over the dusky red horizon
The sun stays floating, frozen in time
Burying itself in the sky it dies in.
My pulse is not ignited,
Though I promise, I'm excited.
My soul has been lifted, and untwisted
Thoughts cleansed and thoroughly sifted.
I'm a misfit in perdition-
No wait, gifted with new vision!
Everything sparkles and it glistens
And if you listen, there's an ocean
Full of songs of positive emotion
That beckon for my heart to close in
On the darkness of her deepest depths;
The secrets to her mysterious.
Or should I stay floating on the surface,
Does that seem more melodic?
I found happiness and caught it,
In the pit of my stomach.
Bullets and butterfly wings,
I told you I'd shoot, but you didn't believe
Why didn't you believe me?
Oh god, here I am wishing
That you would have believed.
I'm so, so, so happy-
So joyful and free.
Can you not see it,
In my smiles made of sunrise and sunset
Guilt, regret, and death?

-SLuR

Loaded jaw - corner pocket eight ball
"Scratch that" lifestyle etched on
the sidewalls of his eye hole like
he didn't already have enough scribble
filtered into his thought bubble

The driveway's looking more like a rattlesnake
with fangs hanging halfway over home plate.
There's barricade tape draped around the landscape.
'Garden Gnomes like, "It's for your own safety."
Diamond dazed by the street light's preacher gaze
when a great escape turns into "The Great Escape."
More in common with a bucket of maggots  
than scabs in a satchel scared of the fabric.
So I went from hobbyist to a full fledged addict
with the mindset of "let's see what happens.''
Sat back and sprouted some wings like a snapdragon
then proceeded to prep the bandwagon with laughter.

Streaks of light mar my perfect darkness
And shadows dance in blinding rays
Trace the paths across my legs
And find the destination is always the same.
The rocks erode as the wind grows colder
And the waves splash fiercely against my face.
I mistook moths for butterflies
Carving my stomach causing it to ache.
I don't know what to say,
My words are slurred and quickly fade
Day by day by day by day
My hopes grow wings and fly away.

I'm now here, in nowhere turning on a cracked sphere.

-SLuR

Ripped tights, holy knees
Bow in prayer, let her please.
She'll worship you for money
In the dark, where he heavily breathes
Watching,
Watching,
Watching...
Stalking girls who wear torn stockings,
Slit their throats, blood bubbles while they're coughing-
Begging him, but there is no stopping
Ripping them to shreds until they are nothing;
Just a ***** in the street,
Grotesque and appalling.
Mutilated body,
Embodying the evils
Of the district of the angels
The impoverished Whitechapel.
A disappearing devil,
Whose name brandished hell.
Leaving his mark in the shivers
And the chills.

-SLuR

Keep my fate in your shoddy black box,
Splinter my life with shuffling hands against paper.
Eyes wander, voices whisper
Time is lost in a downward gaze.
Shuffling feet against concrete;
One after the other after the other,
Men and sons and lonely mothers.
Trembling fingers,
Cut my hope with slips of paper.
Death is marked by a
Single
Black  
Dot,
The period of my life.
The end to something that has never begun.
Circle around me as the sun bakes my skin,
Getting ****** in the early morning.
Pelt me with your hurt-
Your jealousy,
Because I've won
The lottery.

And you are all lost in old-school beliefs,
Gripping to paper, then letting go with relief.
Playing god every year; June 27th.
To send another family member to heaven.

Keep our souls tightly locked
In that
Dilapidated
Black
Box.
Fill us with hatred,
For the summer months.
Where someone is forced
To get, so cruelly, ******.
Thrown at bones for fun,
By men and sons and lonely mothers
One right after the other,
After the other,
After the other,
Until all that remains is nothing but rubble.

-SLuR