oh honey she’s too busy thinking of creative ways of killing herself to pay you any attention,
lying at night with her limbs hanging off the sides of her bed beckoning the monsters underneath to pull her under.
maybe then will she have company so that the demons in her head can take the day off,
so she can breathe without the constant weight weighing heavy in her mind.

the only patterns in her grayscale world are self-made, nah, more like self-inflicted;
there’s the cigarette burns that dot her threadbare skirt and the
the only smile she has is the ones on her wrists, but somehow i think the jagged red lines weren’t made with lipstick, no not this time.

there’s grace in her stillness; she's coiled like a python about to strike.
bite before you’re bitten, yeah.
an arrow pulled back in the embrace of a bow, she hardly quivers.
aim and point,
determination to reach her target is the only constant she can count on
slicing through the air with a trained precision,
all teeth and fangs and broken glass.
no amount of touch can erase those who tracked dirt in her house before you,
you can’t make her forget the kisses trailed down her thighs before you,
not when those lips were dripping acid and winters passed, even now she still burns.
the corroding is invisible to everyone but her.
it will take more than snow to erase all that you’ve known

The illusions you have cast

Are nothing more than false images

Memories fabricated from the Book of Lies

Painted Pictures You believed to have Created

With each word, syllable, and sentence, you spew

You are just another Viper spreading your Venom

Perhaps, I just need a drink,
and a little smoke.
Perhaps, it will make me forget,
with a little stoke.
Perhaps, I just need someone,
with a little more care.
Perhaps, it'll just be anyone,
anyone who'd be aware.
Perhaps, I could take another drink,
and hope can walk.
Perhaps, you, can compensate,
with a little talk.
Perhaps, I just need someone save me.
Perhaps, *perhaps, *perhaps


Maybe, I need you to stop me from this intoxication.
Maybe, I need intoxication by you.

Disgruntled bleached paper
Enveloped with it's poison
Perched delicately between ****** lips
Slowly devouring youth & *beauty

what you eat
your plants, your meat
become you
become me
we are we
we are the trees
and our tears
like our water
descendants of our fathers
i wonder if they had foreseen
the way society now breathes
holding their breath
because we are told our air is toxic
when will we learn
it's the way in which we now live
we must burn