Brown, to orange,
Shades of autumn
As sun weakens
The year wanes
Eerie mists swirl
Around dying hedges
Clouds skirting
A harvest moon
Dew edges to frost
Mornings chilled
Damp smell of earth
Moist on still air

He played that guitar
like cupid on a broken heart
or a harmony upon a harp.

The sad instrument wept
his tears unto the dry crowd
and they sighed in saturation.

And once he was drained
of everything he kept contained
they lit their lighters, begging for more.

Alas, he was alive no longer,
and had nothing but great nothings
left to give them.

So they took the silence,
and gave it back to him.

pull the trigger love
never mind the mess
bet you like it
bet you like
being a killer in my bed
I'll make it worth your while
to let me taste your death
that's dripping from your lips
and moving down my neck

I hate how you broke me down
Only to build me up
Just so you could break me down once again

I hate how you convinced me to open up to you when I was shy
Only to give you what you wanted from me
And then tell me to be ashamed for being so exposed

I hate how you would ask me what’s wrong
Only to pretend to listen as I would cry
And then tell me off for thinking I have it harder than others

I hate how you would tell me you loved me
Only for me to find out that you have another lover
And then to get angry with me when I would try to move on

I hate how I wasted my time loving you unconditionally
In hopes that you would love me too
Only to realize after eight months that you don’t deserve me

~~~

Is zero a number?
Is numb a feeling?
Is comatose slumber?
Is sleep now healing?

Is why a question?
Is try a verb?
When you can't shake
The ***** and herb?

Is static music?
Is silence screaming?
Is nighttime cursed...

is daytime dreaming?


SoulSurvivor
Rewrite (c) 5/12/2015
Written 2014

Sometimes you have to bite the bullet
Even when it comes from your own revolver
The wars on the inside your behind enemy lines
Because they are your lines

Shipped away into deep thoughts
You can't send letters to family
You're afraid they will know
Of the war of a confused mind

Keep your head down they are firing depression
Put your gas mask on anxiety is coming
Keep down low or you will be taken out
Stay in your trench of a bedroom.

High pitched, the musical shriek of your voice
causes my ears to
bleed.
A river forms, an ocean follows.
Fall to the floor and here I lie hollow.

You’ve killed me, don’t you see
the blood was life and now it’s gone.
Death
must be your name you're
what I’ve wanted all along.