Heart attacks, en masse
I wear a mask when I relapse-
*******! The laugh track’s scratched.
Tied a knot out of my tongue, instead of the cherry stem.




It’s so sad... how when I fall apart,
It’s like I needed that; the blowback,
From a shot through the mouth into a brainstem.
The hole that starts in my nose ‘cause I snort things that erode-
The soul, and leave my bones to hold a fetal pose.
My brain recites such delicate prose,
Whispered to me by the specter of your notes.
A voice I no longer know…




Where’d you go?
My head’s a black hole.
This grey matter’s decomposed.
I’m scared to death, talking 'bout
“Ruh-rohs” and “Hell nos!”
Trying to outrun your ghost
but, I’m stuck inside smoke Os...
Scattered across the ozone,
Riddled with “I don’t knows”

I want to exorcise my heart,
But I don’t want to be alone.

-SLuR

I hit the target
Every time, almost
Regarded as a ghost,
A sacrificial host.
Oh look! Another
Accidental joke;
A cruel hoax
To stoke a beat
Betwixt my bones,
To gift me worms.
Watch me squirm
Beneath the dirt;
Coax the roaches
From their holes,
Crawl, alone
Across the Earth.

-SLuR

Clinical cures coat crippled conditions conceiving clouds Christianity created, conditioning chaos; creases coursing callous conclusions. Crammed craniums clot contentment's calls, crying coldly carrying contempt cushioned crudely, crossing countless countries.

Collectively cursing creation.

-SLuR

Time hangs from your skeleton limbs
It rocks back and forth
Like a pendulum.
Life and Death's momentum,
Swinging to Her vibrations
Our Mother's sadness and elation
Her hate and adoration.
Take this decay as a creation,
Our bones are aging to perfection;
A fine selection of dust to spread
From toes to head,
To nurture and neglect
Her children who cry and beg.
Their suffering will end
As we return to fertile dirt
And let our souls be absorbed,
By the womb we once adored.

-SLuR

Time, I’ve learnt to waste remembering your freckles and their exact placement across your face, how your hair settles in waves when you allow it to cascade, every drop of inked flesh my fingers crave to trace; Imagining your strength when you’ll warm me with embrace, the way your mellifluous laughter intoxicates and thinking of just how sweet you must taste.

-SLuR

A kickboxing kingpin, splitting skulls
Boom! There it goes, your mind explodes
Grab a Kleenex as you head out the door.
Kibitz with the cool cats 'bout kibbles 'n bits
And smooth jazz. Bright like a kumquat,  
You don't know squat; Knowledge is a knocker
Busting through doors with manners improper.
Cackle with the cattle as they pass over the mantle,  
A klutz in the gravel, but the lil' rascal can leave you frazzled  
And clinging to the scaffolds with masterful power.
Check the cadastral, he owns God's throne and then some;
Kicking kitschy angels out the nest 'fore they grow their halos.
Shot Happy to killjoy, bound his body to a killick
and the water smacked
Now he's swimming with the goldfish and they smile back.

-SLuR

Loneliness blows his nose on the napkin of my life,
He crumples and folds my fragile paper existence,
Layered with stains of hatred.
Tears and blood and ****,
Throw me away as a gift;
Into the world's trash bin.
I've been inside before,
Scouring for something more
A crumb, some love, a hit;
Anything to make me forget
The love I hold for death.
It's so hard to keep things repressed
When the air is compressed
And blown straight into my face
Breathing is such a waste,
When I know of my fate.
Withering into the unknown,
Into the forgotten; our spirits home
Where worthlessness belongs.
You won't remember me when I'm gone.
Forgettable like silence once noise has been ignited,
Regrettable like violence, that kissed your mother's eyelids.
I was nothing but an empty vessel
That life has filled with useless drivel.
I'll stand and I'll swivel when you pull my strings
But being is unimportant when you're never seen.
I keep myself nice and clean for any hermit soul
That would wish to crawl inside my shell
And make it a home.
I'm full of dust and alone, in a gusty sandstorm
Wuthering winds of sins and pain
I shiver inside from what you say.
Smiling as the air carries me away.

-SLuR

Our threads were never meant to cross,
To tangle up and turn to knots.
Beginnings and ends becoming lost,
Until it’s time to be cut off.
I’m a frayed, a lone piece of string
Being worn, into nothing.

-SLuR

I want to feel our lips fit the way a puzzle shifts from a blurry image to something perfect 'cause when nightmares aren't clinging tightly to my lashes it's your smile that flashes brightly against these worn screens, softly hushing my tossing, turning screams; lifting me to clouds of peace where I'd strangle stars to fulfill my **** dreams to feel your arms around me and have your hands travel my body, like a nomad looking for a habitat to rest at finding my breast's beat comforting enough to fall asleep. The way your breath would sing lullabies to me, untwisting the fright that tightens the muscles of my shelled mind. I'll unlock the door and let you inside if you promise not to rearrange the furniture behind my blind eyes. I'm accustomed to counting tiles, so bare for me the ones that live hidden by your lip's smile and I'll bury the number inside of my skull and won't ever find the courage to let that number go.

-SLuR

Something's wrong,
I can feel it in my skin.
The way it crawls,
slowly,
over my body,
It feels like I'm melting.
I'm sure I'm dissolving.
I'm getting lost, sinking in myself.
A tragic puddle, left to evaporate
Into a vapor of tremendous hate,
Something's wrong,
It might happen today,
This hateful vapor might condense,
Into rain.

-SLuR

You make my skin burn, with the thought of your touch.
Your eyes traverse my body, dragging daggers across my stomach-
Down my face, carving a smile from my trembling lips.
Encased in stomach lining, worms crawl in a tangled knot
I feel like I’m decomposing, melting into a puddle of rot;
Reflecting your ethereal beauty your perfection
Projecting everything, I am not.

I dig inside your head, consuming every thought
My hands stained by your fair, skin flavored dust.
Why didn’t you come packaged with a spoon?
So, I can devour every last, hard to reach, in-the-corner
Piece of you.

-SLuR

I live for the lies and false hope towered high upon your crumbling throne.
And you cried when you told me so, holding my soul and tethering my bones.  

-SLuR

Fragile whispers of life split time
Rewinding moments in our lives,
Reliving memories- a crime.

Into the past again, it dives
This damaged thing I call a mind.
A house of swarming thoughts, a hive

With jagged teeth that gnash, unkind
It growls and screams until I lie
Comatose, drugged- high to unwind.

Gouge out these broken Pisces eyes,
Cursed by Neptune with illusions
These morbid scenes in which I die.

Privacy denied intrusion,
Fooled by charming Virgo smiles.
Unnoticed were the allusions.

Hatred drags along for miles,
Stubbornly, beside my shadow
While I pace down endless aisles.

Looking along these countless rows,
For something to sate the calloused
Fragments of me that decompose

Oh, you fill my heart with malice
Make my dry skin melt like plastics.
Going down a hole, like Alice.

-SLuR

Let me lie in your embrace
Of sweetly scented sweat,
My ear against your chest.
Anchored by your breath
That softly plays along my forehead.

The irregular beat of your heart
is a mellifluous lullaby,
It stops the fluttering in my gut;
Pulling the wings of my butterflies.
I feel high when your fingers
Slowly trickle down my spine.

Intoxicating angel,
You were never really mine.
Born to fly, to hover
Over this rotting cesspool of waste.
Your skin is a flavor
That my tongue will always taste.

Let me lie in your embrace
Of sweetly scented sweat,
My ears against your feathers.
My eyes dripping wet.

The irregular beat of my heart
Is a cacophonous reminder of time.
I just want this smell to linger longer;
Like the days we'd pretend you were mine.

-SLuR

The moon roars, and the wolves howl.
Marking the start of their midnight prowl.
The moon shines, and the ocean dances,
Rhythmically. Deep in their moonlit trance.
The moon fades, revealing all things foul.

The sun brands earth with it's fire scowl,
In hell, we wait for night's shadowed cowl.
Relieving our tragic circumstance,
The moon roars.

At night you hear the animal's yowls,
Red eyes and drool dripping from jowls.
Creeping, waiting for the perfect chance,
When you are caught- trapped in their glance,
The moon roars.

-SLuR

I'm starting to begin to think
that,
I'm leaking redundancy,
I only say the same thing.
I repeat things that are unnecessary,
And add things superfluously.

-SLuR

Bang! the smoke trails off of your fingers...

The smell of skin and blood, I find, tends to linger.
I can still taste it dancing in the air, intoxicatingly sweet
And just like you, utterly nauseating.

You smiled at me from 100 feet above...

The shape of your teeth morphing into needles,
And with morphine qualities, I inject them into me
Alongside every memory.

Satisfied with your ****, you pulled out your dagger...

Your weight haunts me,  
Clinging to my body like a frightened babe,
A desperate lover, an infectious parasite.

You carved deep into my chest, claiming your trophy...

I don't miss it.  
The erratic pangs of guilt and hope and hurt, worst of all
That ******* love, who'd always shove rejection in my face.

My heart beat in the comfort of your palm as I felt crimson rain...

Death pitters and patters, tapping bony fingers across my skull
Thoughts he has encumbered in my head leave life null,
His scythe slices, dull.  

You smiled at me from 100 feet above, the sun blinding...

I'm your dog.
Shove my nose in ****, scratch my back. Leash me to the past,
I know all of the tricks- spin and sniff, follow the tracks.  

Bang!  

-SLuR

A form shifts from mighty spit; fermented knowledge.
Across our land these feet will sift, isolating ignorance
To this world, a gift, skin holding potent opinion.
Encephalon encased in cogitation, thought born
To burn through waste made from infantile contemplation.
A cerise snake slithers through grey; cerebral circulation,
With intelligence it’s stained, rusting the cave of veins.
Plotting mischief, flesh is torn and split; by way of swift tricks,
Life is drained of blessed crimson; a torpid ocean of wit
Spilled into cursed vases. A liquid meant to pass lips,
To share what was been gifted; mixed with honey drips,
A nectar sweet mead conceived by the passion of ugly greed.
Given to gods, and accomplished artisans to savor and drink.
While lesser beings taste that which has been excreted.

-SLuR

Here I am, your lily
Can you see me,
Can you smell me?
Pick me from the greens of envy,
Let me live, while dying slowly;
Withering and browning,
You'll remember me for beauty
And forget my silent suffering.
In your heart, I was rooted deep
Pluck me away and let pain seep.

-SLuR

Foreign concepts implant themselves into grey terrain, like aliens;
Landing from a far away, vermillion planet to explore this lifeless place,
(Save for a pocketful of neurons that spend their days rubbing up against my spinal cord)
Blanketed in electricity, sparks cause reality to distort as if clouds fell apart and through the fog
Came God- to **** it. I don’t understand how we so skillfully secrete a monster in a man’s skeleton,
With his nerve endings begging to bend and touch any meagerly love, but they don’t reach far enough
So we inwardly self-destruct; leaving me so ****** that I crave cancer ‘tween my lips, even though I quit;
I want to taste you in my spit, a magical concoction of saliva, sweat and *****;
Concealment of a demon, tactical manipulation. Take my malleable form,
And stretch me out of shape; Use your destructive hands to create your image of perfection,
While I crawl like a spider with a twisted spine in our flawed perdition. Exorcise Christ,
And I’ll exercise my self-rights of freedom; where I’m permitted to be restricted by my own selfish ties.
Entwined in the unimaginable curves of Time, I’ll lay my eggs inside her and devour her line.
Dressed in sebum, I’m born a heathen; fresh out of the garden, apples clinging to my lips.
Give me a kiss soaked in the expensive blood of our sins and I’ll lie there pensive,
Holding on to extensive thoughts, herding them across wrinkles like cattle preparing for slaughter.
Breathe life into this helpless daughter, who’s bones have been hollowed by an ancestry of parasites
And she’ll hallow the saliva that sits on her sallow face as it digs into her blinded headsights.
She’s lying as a larva, trying to fly into a pupal state; her chrysalis diseased like syphilis,
Sores eat at pores and skin, inflamed, aches with itches that penetrate deep between layers of dermis
Her internal organs rot at the thought that this world is the final stop between an endless stretch
Of space and imagination; Let an extraterrestrial race escape from God’s hands through finger gaps
And find a place worthy of permanently marking where they were at.

-SLuR

Double pump,
Money shot.
Fragments caught
On eager tongue,
Put another record on.
Coffee's strong,
Something's wrong
Body's gone
And I'm alone,
Staring through
Magnetic
Windows,
That never have
Anything to show.
Emptiness,
For an empty soul.
My body's a hole
Where emotions go,
To slowly grow.
Parasites.
Disease.
Feeding on me,
Excreting
Negativity.
Rid me of these,
Useless
Necessities.

-SLuR

I'm tired of feeling
Like I don't exist,
As if I've disappeared, and
The world has closed eyelids.
Here I am, stuck in the abyss
Being intimately touched
By the fingers of loneliness
And on my lips,
Anxiety's kiss sits;
Lingering spit,
So thick that it sticks.
I don't belong in a world of tricks,
Where stones break bones
And words can't hurt.
Yet still, in my skull
Those voices echo;
Reverberating a pain,
That I surely don't know.
These feelings are just ghosts
Whose hauntings come and go,
Wailing, when life continues
Digging this hole,
That will hold my brittle bones.
Where I'll fold and decompose
Inside my Mother, in my home.
I walk over our tomb, ignored
While happy people
Make happy corpses;
Entwined skeletons,
Rotting in each other's company.
And I'm all alone,
With my mind of lunacy.
Constantly speaking,
To myself in sorry lines
That sometimes tend to rhyme,
Trying to consume the hole of time;
Wholly corrupting my already
Corrupt mind.
Continually rewinding my life
Until I find the courage
To see the part where I die.

-SLuR

Twisted tongues turning timorously to
Touch torpid thoughts.
Trying to tantalize tissue tucked tightly into interiors
Ineffectively igniting imagination,
Inclined to effusively entwine
With enigmatic ethereal ideas.

-SLuR

I create, but cannot make
Myself a heart that will not break,
And still feel in the same way,
Compared to flesh, steel feels so fake,
Iron alters love's sweet taste,
My tongue finds it a waste.
With out the honey from the hive,
Do bees have reason to be alive-
To pollinate?
Would each flower taste like hate?

These broken hands on this broken man
Can't be fixed by sand pressed into glass.
It just melts and drips into the cracks,
And I find when I slip they just come back.
I know this fix isn't permanent,
Of all I make,
My crutch is the only thing that breaks.
I'm lame. Crippled by my shame,
And she's the one to blame,
Boasting perfection,
I'm shadowed by her projection.
Disregarding my creations, with haste
I wallow in her unending hate.

I make, but can't create
Myself a lovely face,
One that she can grace,
With loving touch
At a gentle pace.

Her heart is the place where my emotions go to waste.

-SLuR

This time I'll be the stone,
As your paper crumples and folds,
Over my body, you don't need to be strong.
I'm strong enough to hold you,
Until I start to erode.

This time I'll be paper,
As you sharpen your blades.
You can cut me into pieces,
Until your misery fades.
I'm used to this abuse,
I never run out of tape.
I'll put myself back together,
And pretend I was never severed.

This time I'll be scissors, trying to cut through your stone.
As your rocky exterior holds back your very soul.
Crushing me with the gravity of your black hole heart.
Here I am, breaking apart.

-SLuR

He makes my heart shiver,
Gently quiver,
Makes it want to be a giver.
Sharing showers,
Raining arrows
That pull his heart hither;
Close to love that slithers,
In between the indefinite.
Like the way his snaky tongue carefully splits my lips.

-SLuR

I wish to appease,
To hold your fragility;
A soft-petaled breeze.

Heart's field: you root deep,
Yet my fingers will not reach
To **** your beauty.

-SLuR

Waves of syllables softly drift me into sleep, I want my dreams to be an endless sea of your soothing voice. Let your words wrap themselves around me and hold me tight as I fall from this great height, cushion me with your sighs; Heavily, against my neck- my thighs. You could breathe life, with the way you ignite my dormant nerves and get my lazy heart to work, double time. Electrify, every atom that makes up my existence with persistence and I’ll shrink down to their size, trying to hide from your naked eye. Bare your insecurities and I’d hurriedly grow and share my flaws that haunt me like a ghost disguised by my shadow. Wind blows cold as the sun crawls against the sky slowly shedding light into our separate lives, in different times; You’re in the future while I repeatedly hit rewind. I’d travel the seconds that separate us in miles, if only to see your smile- or rather, to see if I can conjure one. I’m imprisoned by the thought that I’d never be good enough, as if I’m a jester that can only birth a laugh by recorded track (Or dropping dead of heart attack.) I rehearse my jokes and practice magic on every turn of the world on its axis but I always choke when it’s time for the show, typing words that bore. The audience in my head is always snoring; tossing and turning in their eternal graves. Yet when you talk to me they’re born again like slaves to your hoodoo persuasion, erupting out of *****, grey skin; you make the wrinkles in my brain deteriorate. Clean slate, to etch myself a new face. Waiting for this dying sun to become snuffed and **** the day so I can lay myself thin against sheets and pray that you'll recite a bedtime story to me.

-SLuR

O Disgust is warped, I am alone beneath its evil.

-SLuR

Incense smoke swirling slowly, fragrance fusing fully with the way the air is waving,
Distorting distant drawn out paths of pleasant perfume,
With waving wands welded to wrists,
Reinventing the rhythmic route of roughly soft ripples,
Hazy halos hovering hastily over head,
Soon smothered in smoky, sweetly-scented silence,
Breathing breaths of bittersweet,
Inching inconspicuously into inspiration,
Vanishing behind the veil of vivid visions,
Emitting ephemeral emotions of elation.

-SLuR

It's all slipping slowly,
Like wax melting down a candle,
That burns for the holy.
Sacrifice me in Babel,
While you speak tongues and babble.
Weaving truths from a fable,
Living happily in your stable.
I'm a goat, you're a sheep
Follow truths you can see.
In between lines they dance, elusively,
Lying to your mind, you're
Lead by things you believe
Up your tower of ascension.
Melting time with sacrifice,
Is it right to go to heaven?

What happiness will you find?

The fire's out now,
And the wax has hardened
Light the wick again, and let me slowly slip.

-SLuR

The unequivocal sorcerer of slaughter,
I touched the altar and altered my saucer.
Also, I'm flying off the couch like a mortar;
Hoarding powder for that elusive boarder.
I'm bombarding the forest with sawdust,
Open up the squealer and I'll absorb ya.
Kirby the paupers, never mind impostors
From monsters to varmints via carnage;
I'm taking hostages from a cockpit locked in orbit
While you're too busy getting lost on shortcuts
Through the forest, like some forgotten tortoise.
I dream of beanstalks taller than the tallest,
All chopped up as fodder for my fortress;
I'll Trojan horse your forces as a florist
Then harvest your gardens with ordnance.
Ready the warships with torches-
It's turnips versus turrets,
And my furnace is fuming for your service;
No need to be nervous, I'm steady like a surgeon
And concern's always been for the toucans.
My archers carry shotguns for the turbulence,
Your thoughts hang like moss against a blank canvass
While mine climbs like vines towards madness;
I'll finish this with a sickle
And end up myth of the labyrinth.

-SLuR

I drown in burning waves,
Lick it up, savor the taste
In an ocean of *** from spain,
My heart's become numb to pain.

I'm sitting on a plain,
Where flowers were so nicely lain.
Only picking up the weeds,
To my heart their beauty speaks.

With a fistful
Of dandelions and daisies,
If I asked you to be my lady,
Would you perhaps, at least, say maybe?

Soaked, full of alcohol and ego
I pretend, that I'm not damaged
And scared of people.
Like I don't enjoy drinks the size
Of the sea,
And find beauty in the ugliest of weeds.

-SLuR

Death denied me devastation.
Itches instilled in ivory skin,
Scratching scabs and scars.
Harshly harden this heart
Baring all, believing I belonged
Repeatedly rejected. Red rivers roar
To touch the tassels of time 'til
I'm going, going, gone...

I'll drag this smoke straight through my bones.

-SLuR

He stood over shambling souls, his skin falling from his flesh
I could feel the daunting grip of death exude from his breath.
Steadily he held his gaze, carrying countless years of waste;
All the life he had had to taste lay at his feet, disgraced.
I could feel a shiver snake, sneakily down my fragile spine,
And my bones became flimsy as they slowly jellified.
In the presence of the lord of flies, maggots penetrate your mind.
Eating membrane and shades of grey, ******* your sanity behind.
Memories turn into feces rotting in your hollow head;
For even death needs a ruler, and rule the dead he did.

He flashed a wormy grin and bled from his mouth,
Joyfully announcing that I’ve stepped into my grave,
Woefully denouncing me as his eternal slave,  
His words squirmed through decaying brain;
Though wounded, my bravery was not slain
For beside him grew roses on a porcelain face.
If he controlled the dead, she must own their hearts and souls
A glance into her eyes caused a fluttering amongst my own,
I could almost feel them leave as ghosts to her haunting beauty.
Foreign myths place names to such a woman; Macaria, Persephone
Mistress of blessedness, cursed to Death's grip; his unwilling queen.

I held my sword and braced, my heart raced before my feet
Ignoring the fear that demanded I heed, to smite the Draugr King.

-SLuR

Always out of reach to my preaching fingertips,
Righteously speaking of a dream,
Whose face they have never seen
Emotionally accusing the obscene,
Whatever that means..
What’s held back by the screen
As it’s sifted assiduously,
I-wish-they-were-forgotten memories
They always manage to creep back inside of me,
As a nightmare, “Aaand.. Scene!”  it’s all imaginary
Just rehearsal on repeat, it’s not happening, it’s not happening
Outside of fluttering eyelids, there’s no monsters in your sheets
Just the ones that breathe against your skull,
No ghoul but, a ghost- a howling specter that can’t let go
It makes its presence well known, in the darkness it is home
And I am merely a guest, in its humble abode.
A parasite on my soul, a gracious host;
Serving anguish paired with laughter as it toasts,
“To dying alone, and rotting with scorn straight through your bones!”

Death, carves a smile upon the eternal scowl scarring the earth.
Though he leaves me at sunrise, after eating hell as sleep’s dessert.

-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

Mantles mimic maternal movements,
Moving meticulously, meshing
Mobile muscle material and minerals.
Merely mocking mothers;
Methodically milking maintenance
Mapped to membranes of man.
Mildly moaning musical magic,
Melting mutual matter.

-SLuR

Don’t look, cover it up
There’s a story, in which, my eyes shut;
The protagonist at fault, for I exalt
Death, and his graceful waltz-
A hand offered once, refuse I shall not
Tiptoe through Time’s chambers and vaults,
To a cacophony of beats, infant and aged;
Slowed and fast paced, Life holding decay
To her own gorgeous, revolting face.
And I turn my eyes away, to sway
In darkness and its deep embrace,
To mellifluous moans of pain.
A ****** display.

-SLuR

I could ignite the lingering spirits on my breath, to delight in the taste of death at midnight; entrusting the right of life to be caressed by bony fingertips and dressed in denial. Inside a specter writhes homing in on the heart’s reprise as it aches from deprival of the love it needs to survive. My crumbled chest rivaled with loneliness can depress the spinal sparks that decipher pain from hieroglyphs; message my brain in simple sentences, pay me with imprisonment. The final toll has long since passed despite flowing sands in the hourglass. Cracked are my lips as they slither in secrets, arrest my thoughts for they’re bound to regress into animalistic urges as the sun disfigures herself against the horizon she dies on and purges the deified notion of immortality. Demise resides inside, a parasite of time that no one shall defy. Intangible and fixed, yet unable to predict. Deep and soft it leaves its mark, like a sensuous kiss.

-SLuR

No one loved you enough to clean the puke off of you,
So you slept in your own filth,
Until you were sober enough to clean it up yourself.

The only Christmas present they got you was a gingerbread house,
For you to build so they could destroy it,
Drowning the gingerbread people in drool,
Along with your happiness,
Knowing they probably bought it with the money they stole from your pillowcase,
Covered in tears.

So you drowned your sorrows in something a little stronger,
Strong enough to burn that frog that was stuck in your throat.
And for the first time you spoke.
You spoke and you praised and you confessed and you cried.
And for the first time they heard.
They heard and they listened and they cried.

In the morning, you awoke to find,
That no one loved you enough to clean the puke off of you,
So you slept in your own filth,
Until you were sober enough to clean it up yourself.

-SLuR

The devil lies on top of my windowsill
With whispered spell. In an ensorcelling hell,
He sniffs tricks up his sleeves and his tongue has become numb
To the weeping and gnashing of his rotten teeth.
The words he speaks are only born to deceive.
He creeps into sleep inching towards my infant dreams
And takes their life from me. Hold my throat, abort my screams.
When I wake take all that I see; blind me to the truth with illusory inventions,
Fact erodes with the friction of silky fabrications. Hold me in your visions
As the phantoms sing hymns of their unholy afflictions, for eternities
I shall be trapped in his perdition.

-SLuR

Pull the screams from my teeth
And remove them one by one,
Like the letters that I carve
Out with my tongue.
I speak with cracked speech;
Words coated with insecurity
Placed and erased, meticulously.
Doubt burrows through taste buds
And I’m left savoring ****,
The bitter flavor of my sentences.
Scrape the decay from this graveyard of bones
That persistently calls my mouth its home.

-SLuR

I found it, finally...

A perfect mirroring,
Who makes me less incomplete.

But Life only breathes with greed;

So it took him away from me,
But at least it left the feelings.