Murky mercury
   I thought we settled this?
Now I'm backtracking feelings and lessons once learned...

Align me with positivity & likeness

The heat has been brought & my feet hurt & my brain is on fire from 8 hour work days & broken trust.

See...!

this is old stuff.

                                 I'm writing to tell you retro is IN
                                             grades are OUT!

                                                     DON'T TEST ME!

A baby talked to me,
Whispered from beneath my skin.
Asking to not be killed again.
But I didn’t listen.
I answered the question,
Before I even knew what it was about.

she saw it on her clothes
the rips and tears the hanging threads
she saw it on her body
the skin and marks imbedded in her cells
when her life is pointless and she draws parallels
between highs and the percentage of the bottle in her hand
but she’s a coward and it all tastes the same
instead of this she’ll be seated on a witness stand
let the rage begin let your thoughts pour out
but never mind because no one is here and you’re pathetic
there’s no point, stop thrashing around!
the sky is empty and you’re the devil
sit back and watch the angels who leave you
they will revel

she will call out and hope for a single word for that’s more than she’s heard
in the last days weeks or eternity
paint your ugly eyes with burgundy

she sees her mirror but not herself
a ghost or silhouette or someone posing to appear attractive
everything is retroactive
her legs are torn her arms are worn
she’s easy and she’s too nice
trust me you won’t need to tell her twice

she is pained
I saw that she cried after she came
she was alone in bed
she won’t get that image out of her head
she’s spiraling
I’m spiraling
her and I her and I
it all equals me
she’s fictive and it’s my disguise
I’m alone
anyone please talk me down

Walk behind the shadow,
Where the light begins again.
The sun reaches over,
To greet you on the other side.
Feel the warmth,
Then see the dark,
From the object you’re behind.

A vampire bloodgasm in the shower,
They hide the body in the mist.
As the fog begins to clear,
The water washes the blood away,
With “help” written on the bathroom mirror!

Cut off God’s thirteenth finger,
It brings the world bad luck.

At the supper of the twelve,
It traded life with a kiss on the cheek!
A tree held a rope for it,
So it could trade the life back!

Number thirteen of the twelve,
Died in a non-existent hotel room.

The dead speak tales of the one,
Who’s kiss killed the sun.
Blew out the world’s candle,
And slaughtered god’s cattle.
Loaded three long nights into a gun...
And pulled the trigger!

Animatronics pretending to be human,
pretending to be animatronics!
They have stolen my rights!
I am no longer human!
I have already been through this!

I should have seen this coming,
They said they come in peace!
It is just like in the movies,
I have already been through this!

We all knew this day was coming,
Because they told us it was coming!