A familiar tingle My hair ***** Ominous whispers Soft but slicing Impending Violent and bloodthirsty Too chaotic to decipher I dare not look back I know what's coming I run A staircase Ascension Feeble My heft risks its collapse Rails touched by condensation A sterile aroma I taste A familiar burn I forget The moment passes Impending Steeper now It's snowing Neck arched back I taste The cold numbing Powdered white steps Depress under my pace Snowshoes below me I am prepared Imprinted trail left behind A winged shaft braided with serpents Is that sweat? A saline perfume I taste The sea Impending Dark faceless figures converge An ambiance so powerful Acidic stench Head pounds Body aches Fatigued by thirst Chaos slows The inevitable I sink into the cold snow Consumed by my demons
you're wearing bright red lipstick and a little black dress but you are a mess and you can't even give the taxi the right address. You smell of cinnamon and sugar mixed with marijuana and when you laugh I can see the fillings in the back of your mouth and I resist the urge to touch your cheek and feel the curves of your body beneath your clothes. I can taste smoke at the back of your throat and I remember the way you once wrote. I think maybe I'll love you until this ******* has left my veins. What was your name again?
Cigarette ******* and ****** All these things I beg him to bring for me Charles used to buy He was a nice guy He loved to lie I’d die for his lie When he speaks, I kiss the red sky He meant bye when he said hello hi
Diamonds and gold coins and cherry pie Charles loved to buy All these things for his sweetie pie All I want to do is get high And one day he left me alone here to die He said that I don't like your moonshine eye She's so mature, you are a ****** I have to move on, you are just a dophead ***** You call me honey But all you want is money You pretend to love me And I know you are only a dope sick Psychotic and toxic
When Charles slapped it felt like a kiss And When he yelled it sounded like a whisper of affection Charles said that I am lunatic He's so cruel, he took everything I love from me for that sidekick
I am so lifeless I might die tonight And the last time I write Baby, I don't know to fight Only you can save me, right But I know Charles ain't gonna save me
i’m no good, femme fatale i bring hand grenades to dinner dates beauty icon — kiss my cyanide flavored lip gloss let’s bump uglies, ******* & rat poison leave this world left hand ******* right hand intertwined in yours i’m in a damaged goods costume take away some letters, my clothes and i’m just dam good leaving you on your knees, begging to fix me begging to **** me I don’t follow the rules I use my mouth on you opened up and emptied out just to fill me up... with your blood femme fatale, equipped with fangs and the ability to not give a ****
i. this life has been led in a hundred different directions by a hundred different shepards but you were able to show a lamb how to walk like a lion.
ii. how sweet power tasted.
iii. the night that i met you, after a lifetime of running from darkness, you said "sweet child, rest. take your shoes off. stay a while." i let out a long sigh of relief, my legs tired, eyes blurry from sleeplessness, judgement clouded, i mistook you for light, i stayed by your side until you took the last lick of me i had left, stole the sun from the sky, stomped out the last burning ember that remained from what was once a forest fire
punk music playing in the basement heavy bass vibrating the walls bacardi in a coffee mug ******* on a tiny mirror hands on my thighs, ******* the rush sets hands in my hair eyes rolling back he ***** on my neck i light a cigarette
"my room." he pulls my strings like a marionette. i know this exchange of goods very well. i take another bump, eyes widening, i can finally bear to see the world.
he eats my ***** and i feel N O T H I N G. i gag on his **** and cry. cheers and chants outside the bedroom door in perfect rhythm with the bass and the headboard against the wall. his **** hurts, my whole body a wound.
i think about a distant city skyscrapers towering above me like mountaintops, somewhere under lights and stars where i am happy to be alive, anywhere but here, this place where death lives and waits to catch it's prey.
he moans thrusts shivers it's over i wipe mascara tears take another bump take another swig i light another cigarette
he leaves the room without a word i follow two steps behind him covered in bruises hickies marked used marked invaluable a group of men shout names at me i block it out, i am not ashamed anymore.
this body was meant for this this body doesnt matter this body is for getting what i want this body is tired and sore.
She had eyes like a crater, Innocent as any girl could be. I think she had some bruises when I met her, But it never seemed to deter me.
I chased her like a dog chasing tails, Was only then I started to notice her ***** nails. And then those Yellow eyes, Blue and Yellow never look pretty to my mind.
She belled me with croaky breathes of air, I rushed to her house shook and scared. She was slumped against a wall with the choker she used to wear, Strapped around her arm and specks of ***** in her hair.
She's got track marks like a craters, Darkness lay dormant in her soul. A once natural and elegant Beau, Now alone in the world of ****** and Blow.