Deathshaker
Twenty one years
Crossed hearts and hoped to never die
Slept crooked, and woke deaf and blind
With pins and needles through the chest
And foot, and mouth, and ******* head

Deathshaker
Twenty one years
To wake to dust and rot and ache
To once loved noises, long replaced
By crushing silence, bitter debts
To lovers long dead

I'm going to drown at the profundity of the blades-
silvery and glistening, pale and stale against my skin-
flailing  through discarded, waves of shards of thoughts of you.
I down the beer like the arid earth yearns for the rains,
fast and breathless; a mind parched, a thirst quenched.
Tomorrow will bring the sunshine of another day,
while I am here-in the dark-much intoxicated to fully care.

Knitted hands and pieced-together arms
Hold so little but warm so much
Quilt-made lips on cotton hearts
Grow such itches in the strangest places
You can’t quite scratch out

Wicked gaze draws the life
To blossom bright through too wide eyes
Overexposed, like blowing bulbs
They crackle and crack
Leaking dead hope