I made you into something you were never worthy of being
I built a castle out of ruins and laughed along while you burnt it down
someday, you'll return to those ashes and realize what you walked away from
I brush off the last memories of you and go on my way
there's no room in my future for you to seep into

I'm the cigarette--
glued to your hand.

I am the soft
flick of your thumb,

dripping ashes on your hand
like snow.

I would like to see you
Before the world ends
We would walk in the ashes
Around the twists and bends
Kisses stolen under the flickering stars
The little that's left will always be ours
Gallons of spray paint
In stolen bookbags
Making our mark
With words to be said
It's not like it matters
No one else will see
The art that we've made
The stars, you, and me
Anything we want
Tangled in the rubble
Finding meadows of grass
Blowing effervescent bubbles
Our lovely dystopia
With creatures that survived
Songs to be sung
And stars to be hung
The word hopeless
Not meant to last
But you and I,
We'll be the last

I woke up this morning
With a lump in my throat
And a knot in my stomach
I'm feeling scared
I'm seeing shadows
Again
I'm wanting to let go and drown  
Life's going grey  
Looks like it's going to rain
Again
I'm letting myself down
Getting addicted to the pain
Again
I'm creeping back into the safe dark
Again
Burying myself in my own ashes
Again
Someone hurt me
Again
I hurt myself today
Again
What do you want me to say
In the end

- Charlie McMahon

We did something today
That everyone said was impossible
We fought and clawed our way
Out of the abyss and into the promise land

And we did it not because
We became Champions again
But because we remembered
We always were

Today represents the rebirth
We rose from the ashes
And sometimes you have to come
To the brink of destruction
Before redemption can be truly earned

I do not live: I burn. In acrimony raging
Two souls are dueling within my breast:
The soul of a devil, the soul of an angel.
Their breathing is flame and it gives me no rest.

Not one flame bursts but two - whatever I am touching,
And in each stone two heartbeats I hear clash…
Wherever I go there is an odious doubling
Of two warring faces, which vanish in ash.

And everywhere the wind that follows me is spreading
The ashes: all my footprints are effaced.
For I am not living - I burn! - and am shedding
A trail of grey ashes across a dim waste.

she was thinking again
about the seams in her legs
the stitches
and weeping.
it terrified her
the blood gushing out
torn skin
the flavor of pain
her eyes were locked open
and she stared at the seams
tears pouring from her sewed-open eyes
she sits on her pile of ashes
her blood mixing
making a muddy paste
that crusts on her eyelashes
her bruised cuts growing on her flesh
opening
and reopening
maggots gnawing on her body
eating the remnants of flesh
and she stares.

Sipping gently on the decline,
Watching the story leave my mind,
Dancing gently to the whispers haunting
A gamble, a game, a lullaby.
Washing my words out till they clean up nicely,
My condolences to the muted inside,
A rose, corrupted, I gift to the departed,
A world that cheers on at life's demise.
They sob till they're alone, humans, one-of-a-kind.
A show we put on, till it all blows over,
The nightmares play games with reality,
My fortune has lost, time plucked my clover,
Even games with the Devil can cost a fee.