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Batchelor Apr 2020
Shuffling all the cards I've played back into my deck,
Closing up all the stitches I've got over it all.

Kicking down the throttle of this machine once more,
It roars to fire and smoke, bringing my focus stage right.

I'm searing into the sunset without you.
For Jeff, whose ***** of an ex left him broken once, and he took The Red Pill and became a beast of a man, unrecognizable from the weakness he once held.

23rd of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
The months have come and passed
The seasons changed for time withers away the mightiest amongst us

So why do I feel so alone?
Time heals all wounds
But I think Father Time forgot about me.
The seasons
And the months

A hole.


23rd of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
One day I'll find new skin to begin with,
One day I'll find new eyes to yearn with.

I just have to keep working at my heart.
Help me, I broke apart my insides.

23rd of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Selfish til the end, I never thought I'd be like that.
Guilt, remorse, mercy for the mind.

23rd of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Within the Grey, I saw the Light.
Within the Black, I shook with fright.
Within the White, I stepped into blight.
Sinking into acidic muck.

21st of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
I'll let the fires scorch my very soul.

No more succor, no more vice.


If only to keep myself humble.
Devouring myself for peace.

21st of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Fire, fire everywhere once more.

The only difference, in the middle of this tempest,


I am licked and caressed by the coldest flames I've ever felt.
Fall silent

Kiss me goodnight.

21st of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
I'll court myself once more,

Slowly, as the walls come down.

Lovingly,as if I was holding my newborn child.

Easing myself so I might hold my own joy in arms long unused.
Give me the grace to accept myself.

17th of January 2018.
Batchelor Apr 2020
I've been depreciating myself, as time went on
Faster & faster with the dexterity of a rogue
Ever so slightly like the courtesans of old

Til the day I find myself, and love myself for what I am.

Sometimes always monsters.
Always sometimes a monster.

17th of January 2018.
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