I'm always worried about the placement of my teeth, and the thrashing of my tongue. Hoping that when they meet I won't sound like some fool ******* on his thumb- all deaf, blind, and dumb. My vocal cords sprout dust, and it covers my lungs when I inhale my words back like a ghost. I'll hold them in until I choke, because every sentence I speak happens to be the punchline to a joke provoking laughter from those I care for the most. I'm ignored, unless you're bored then you find I stultify much more than you were before and I'm left behind- encouraged to die. Your hands hold the blade as you teach me how to cut right, a sliver- a slice of my 'precious' life. Serve it on a ***** plate for the roaches and the flies, let them wallow in my grime as I melt away like time, or does it fly? My clocks are in the sun but their hands are in the sky, pointing to the clouds where god likes to hide. To my surprise, they aren't white; they're encased in shadows and deep, dark night. Maybe he exists, 'cause it always rains when I cry like he wants me to persist with this pain that I like. Yeah, right.. Like, love, abhor, despise they're on the same coin just different sides. I stay flipping, but it never lands right; so maybe I'm the one pleasing Pain's appetite. Sinking teeth into me with his endless bites, what's the point in trying to fight? He always finds me when I hide under sheets of loneliness that warm me with silence. A paper-thin shelter from this home's violence, my skin is colored in blues and violets; I'm a flower pigmented so vibrant ripped from the dirt and buried inside hurt. I'm always worried about the placement of my teeth, and the thrashing of my tongue. Hoping that when they meet I won't sound like some fool ******* on his thumb- all deaf, blind, and dumb. My vocal cords sprout dust, but I'll utter one last word- gone.

-SLuR

My words hold no importance,
Glance at them and forget.
Ignored by those I worship,
Rejection's written on my skin-
A pale, fragile page.
I am a book, a worm-
A maggot birthed by flies of hate,
Trying to wriggle myself within
Your putrid, rotten flesh
But, you deny me entrance;
The world's so bitter and old,
I'm so alone, lying in dust
All contorted and curled.

No body wants to be my home,
Nobody hears my sadness call.
Hello? Are you there?
Please, pick up the phone.
I am just a parasite, without a host.
Something lost, that belongs to no one.

Ignored and alone,
Ignored and alone.
The warmth of the sun feels so cold.

-SLuR

This


Fragile


Shell


Has


Cracked.


Our world, that lies
On the turtle's back;

Roots planted,
By the Sky Mother's hands.

The moon hoarsely laughs,
Through its throat ****
As the fish swim,
In chaotic patterns;
Mocking the circumstance.

While the west wind
Swiftly sniffs,
Blood rains down
The daughter's left armpit.
Her corpse kisses dirt,
We smoke her heart that grows;
Asking questions to the sky,
In our heavy clouds of smoke.

On my right hand
Lies stains of grace,
Rolling hills,
Blossomed buds,
Serene still lakes.
The flesh of creation,
Fingers that have mastered life,
And flipping the coin to the side
Where death will suffice.

My left hand represents
All that is ugly,
Lying through the grime of death,
Hiding in the darkness,
Concealing its grotesque appearance;

Crooked fingers and choices
Digging nails in search of healing,
Some form of sorcery.

We wash our hands
In love
And aggression.
Pushing and pulling knuckles
In cooperation and competition,
Are we not mirrored,
Ourselves just reflections?

Who is glass

And

Who is skin?

We shatter each other
For a deeper look within.

One and the same,
In opposite of ways.
Blending into grey,
Necessary to remain.

This fragile shell has cracked,
The world on the turtle's back
These empty hands must find
Palms to grasp, to keep the balance
In life's weighty strands.

-SLuR

I am bone cowled by death,
The lingering scent of sweat,
Pulsing veins and twitching skin;
Heavy breaths, as you're giving in.

Final drops of fear evaporate
The trace of vapor
That ignites the chase,
(If I had pupils they'd dilate)
This sensation alone is enough to sate,
But temptation causes cravings
And to my appetite I'm a slave;
Slaying souls that run through bones-
As if they were veins.
Wails encased in haunted ivory,
I get to keep and take
You belong to only me.
I am your merciless god, your life;
The devil that hides behind eyes.
I am natural and manmade,
Everything and nothing.
Portrayed decayed,
A reflection of your fate.
Stand unafraid, and straight
This is the meaning of why you wait;
Your one and only chance to have a taste.

The curve of your tongue,
And the curve of my scythe
Have the delight,
Of sharing the same slice
Fulfilling appetites, for that one good night.

-SLuR

Callused feet trudge through thick grime, and shards of glass
Heavy steps stain the cobblestone of hell's path.
Corpses turn to dust, as souls wail for forgiveness
Their pleas echoing
'clean' and 'sinless'
Begging for release of the twisted flame
That constricts and chains them to endless pain.
The tortured bellow from the deepest pits
The soulless tremble in the darkness that satan's heart emits,
The carnivorous shadows that eat away at rotting flesh
Writhing with the movement of roaches and maggots.
This empire of filth, this dirt-made palace
Whose walls reverberate with a certain madness.
Cackles weave through sonorous sobs of sadness.
Here we cling to porous pools of hope
That leak and seep into the void of the unknown.

-SLuR

Ropes chafe skin
With hungry, jagged teeth
As darkness runs amok
With dancing shadows.
Light disrespects privacy,
Timidly glancing from windows
And street lamps.
Watching the rhythmic black waves
As they devour and regurgitate
A delicate visage surrounded
By heavy bones,
A single glimmering fang
Protrudes from rotting innocence,
Ignorance silhouettes eye sockets
That pool with indifference.
Blood spills, mixing with venom
Blending guilt with pleasure.
The moon smiles as stars die,
The treacherous sun
Murders the night,
The world turns as it loses life.

-SLuR

No one noticed the world started to die,
Everyone ignored mother nature's cries.
Failing to see earth shrouded by darkness,
Lifting their hopes on a makeshift harness.
Holding the hands that covered their eyes.

In this earth, we were once deeply entwined,
Rooted in soil that buried our lies.
Harvested souls, and vessels now heartless,
No one noticed.

Ignorant to pain held deeply inside,
A pool of muddy tears replace my eyes,
Hollowed remains, just another carcass.
All the beauty I've seen looks so artless.
The time has come to say all my goodbyes,
No one noticed.

-SLuR