A passionate breeze floats clouds across the sky,
Away
A single strand of brown hair falls from his scalp
onto a cold linoleum floor,
Away
The clock ticks
towards the right,
Away
Microscopic skin cells sprinkle
that same floor
when you try to scrape the pain,
Away

A cracked voice bleeding from torn vocal chords,

Like the flowers we picked,
away,
to see if he still loved us, anyway.
Sways
Away

The smoke rolls
      
Away

The bar scrolls
  
      Away

The ashes go

           Away

She goes

"Away"

It all goes

"Away”

You think you're escaping, but where does it go?

                                                           ­     *Away?

There's still crumbs of you I can't brush off my bedsheets.

the fire in my eyes, ceases
except in the light
of the poor reciever at the end of my deciever
plump sanguine lips
glossed over in the saliva of guys
i've fabricated a magical mask spiked with lies
to taste the lips of "lovers"
an ego boost
a hoaxed siren with naively forged wings
covered in *****
of those who are not smart enough to see
when something is fake
like a mad medusa witch
i understand now why some women took the hand of evil
but the angel inside me
breathes she doesn't want to hurt people anymore
and the devil will not walk out the door
so i'll hurt myself instead
with a bullet to my head
a splash of colour
and i'm dead
with real wings
instead

I let myself die

and now I pay the price
I killed myself
although not in body
in body all the same
I killed myself
with sad songs and memories of you
with sad sad sad thoughts and bad decisions
the true things that **** you
with slashes and black and white images
with cigarette burns and strands of hair on the floor
with closed shades and closed doors
with a caked face and unwashed clothing
with fingers down my throat and an empty stomach
with thoughts of bridges, and guns, and pills, and blades, and ropes, and buildings
with attempts at bridges, and pills, and blades, and almost buildings
with hospital visits and fake smiles
with crying spells and nights spent curled up into a ball on the floor

i could have been more

(and now i pay the price)


sorry father, your little girl is gone