If you cry I´ll cry with you
because your pain is my ending.
if you scream I´ll scream with you
because your loudness wakes me up.
If you jump I´ll jump with you
because two floors or twenty can´t hold me back.
If you smile I´ll smile with you
because your eyes light up my life.
If you die I´ll die with you
because you life means mine.
If I die will you die with me?
If I cry will you cry with me?
If I jump will you jump with me?
Promise me you will.
Why aren´t you here now?
I´m over the bridge waiting for you.
Where are you?
I called you.
You did´t pick up.
I´m falling now.
I hope you´re happy now.
I missed you during the jump.
I´m on the floor.
It did´t hurt that bad.
What are those voices?
Is that you?
I can´t see you.
Where are you?
You did´t jump.
in a ghost land
on a wooden frame;
haunted, wooden train tracks.
in a ghost world
on rusty waters;
human life has abandoned you,
you're just an inky grave.
graffiti is on you
but the makers are all dead
swimming in the waters
drowning all the ghosts
on a ghost ship.
There is a house,
Inside there is a man,
This man is dead,
He is death.
He awaits for his call
To come out
And visit us all,
Sometimes he does not wait
When we make the tragedy of living short
And we cheat Mr dead
By doing his job for him.
We visit his house,
Tired of love,
Sick of it all.
He doesn't mind,
It's good to receive visitors from time to time
Holed up in a closet with half a pint or so
Too slowly disheartening for the time it takes
And far too enigmatic for the plans I've yet to make
Yet I move with every atom drawn emancipated
Yet the context of neurons
And bitter sweet memory all a fabrication
Another thin layer of nostalgia to force feed the sleeping beast
And even as I disregard, it comes up through the latency so brazen
Another helpless mess of chemicals to feast upon
A damn shame as well
Charismatic yet moments away from being half adjusted
Using every empty vow of justice to reciprocate
He must've mustered every ounce of faith based forgery
And the internal jury applauds
All is for naught, but drowning in waste deep
Self pity is for suckers
I can drown in less than half an inch
Selfishness is only realized once
Pride stops you from making friends
Maybe the fear hits nearer to home
Reopen its wounds like the case that lay dormant but provable
Felonious though it may be once you disregard empathy
You know he did
And yet it bleeds
Still it moves
Cognition taken for granted, but by who?
Sure, the long since departed had so much to lose
But If with every passing breath they would've sucked down oxygen
With the same callousness he possessed
When cutting off their heads
Doesn't the burden fall on you as well...
Sending a man to hell is no easy task
Bask in the grace you made for yourself
Bending the page with ink that you've layerd
With blood and homage to past ruling lieges
That murdered their wives for no god damn reason
Tragedy only strikes in pairs
Taking the same heads off twice
One visible, the other not so much
she looked in the mirror and pulled at the fat,
she looked at her tummy and wished it were flat.
she measured her waist and pulled plastic tight,
she starved every day and worked every night.
she went to school with a smile on her face,
every sentence she said became carefully placed.
she looked at the numbers and did all the math,
she swore nothing would stop her in her path.
they told her to stop, said “you need a cure,”
but she did not care, it was numbers to her.
she wanted to be skinny and small and unfed,
and if she could not be skinny she wanted to be dead.