if i die
my problems die with me
if i'm gone
they won't even miss me

so why not?
it'll be breezy
kissing this **** goodbye
never felt so easy
step into the street
smiling so cheesy

throw my arms up
like Leonardo Di
wait for a pair of lights
and then just let it hit me
Lucifer is late
was supposed to come and get me
now i'm looking around
like "where the actual hell is he?"

Where life ends.
When the body bends.
No more hunger to quell.
No more problems in swell.
No more thirst quench.
No more need to blench.

Heaven or hell?
Not even time can tell.
Is there a soul?
Or is just a hole?
If ideas don't fit the mould,
Where will you go?
I don't want to know.
Not heaven nor hell I want to go.
Cause I fit not in heaven's imagery.
Nor do I want to end in hell's misery.

maybe we loved each other
most in the fall
because much like us
the flowers were dying

I'm here once more, but then again when was I not?

as if my eyes have ever shifted from my reflection. I'm sick of it.

I don't know how long I've been here; this dimly lit trap gives away no time.

all else melts around me, pools into ripples of my distorted reality.

I sit and I watch my face. I long for the familiarity of yesteryears that I cannot trace.

my skin yawns open, wills to consume itself - porous, velutinous, and brittle.

this is who I am, this is what I see:

tyrian purple flesh decomposing, falling inside my bones that split and splinter;

my mind climbing out of my head, fugitive from the skull's prison;

breaths, ribbons of grotesque, not deep enough to last and not shallow enough to be numbered.

everything without is human (decaying though it is), and everything within is dissimulation.

this molten, fragmented un-being doesn't escape my sight. these eyes have cried out for respite -

and yet they exist, the odd and sole constant in the mirror before them -

wistful for oblivion and feasting on fear. what's gone has kept me alive for longer than it appears.

this body doesn't even feel real. my fingertips burn at every touch.

what more shrapnel does this heart desire until it plays out its final beat?

I was ready to let you go
at a moments notice.
I hope you know what you did
with that F'ing slow kiss.
While I drown in my sorrow
You float like a lotus flower.