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I’m bending time to break my shins
Sputtering like blood amongst the rocks
Nesting in sorrow and tailing the wick something sharp
If this era wasn’t meant to char
Then why did the candle wash every tower
From here to the sea?

Dreams beckon you
A quest to find seething lines
Bravery isn't a trait I believed you lacked
You’re a lack of lies entitled to hunger
In a mouth of iron sleep

Timber wakes in the golden age
Maybe if I was bold like your key
I could carve myself a new shadow
And put my bets on the cold long promise to appear
Holding Atlas up as he holds the sky
Suspicion he described to me

You’ve been cornered by natural desire
Pillars of salt holding up your favors
Signs of a ruptured heart
Bleeding ‘neath your skin
But who shall rift your bruised weight?

I shifted through the gallowed falls
And found constellations inspired by my scars
But reality sunk my stone in the river
Deeper than the ground walks
Fear fires on mistake
Cravings of love in death
Swallowed

*It’s all in the sleight of hand
The sound of lights we miss.
“On the edge again.”

Why would you hurt something so grand?
RipRip
Dynasties were never meant to last
“How did you love her?”
How do I love him?
“No, her.”
The sky is her hands
"Why?"

Scrreeechh
Halted down to taste
“Taste what?”
A bit of my soul
...
Savor the colour
"It has colour?"
Mine does.
"How?"
With time.
"Time?"
Silver ebbing off the corner
“Souls have corners?”
Well they’re not ‘round

I didn’t plan to stay
Electric

Happy happy happy
“What do you see?”
Glass.
“Glass?”
No, water.
Shining to the sun
It’s a bit
  *shiver.

“How?”
Because he said so.
Chilly

“What do you feel?”
How did I fall?
“No, what do you feel?”
With the stars.
“Hm?”
I feel with the stars
“What?”
Past the burning lake
And into lust.

“Lust?”
No,
Reckless


“What do you hear?”
No
“How-”
Dull
“What?”
Numb.
All I hear is empty.
“Why’s that?”
Don’t you hear your heart echo too?

*“End of session”
psy·che
ˈsīkē/
noun
noun: psyche; plural noun: psyches
the human soul, mind, or spirit.
I will break my skull
Let every single drop
Of my rushing blood
Trickle down my arm
Past my fingertips
And into eternal scrawls
Of ink on paper.
Her* skin catches *Twilight
Following granite constellations
Brewing cheap gold with royal bones

Admiring Gravity,
As he names loyalty a mistake

Inhale these guilty match strikes
And double the clashing of crows
Defiance sets the sun
Leaning destined liars savage

Immortality may be heartless,
But is her shadow is quite becoming

Tide stays with my soul
Pulling its ruby grooves to the branded moon

Legends belong with the Reaper’s pawns
Smoking oblivion into winter

Sadistic skylines
Greeting sickness,
With hostile charity.
Deprive betrayal their reason
Gems don’t shine in focus

Hollow depths,
As brittle as her throat
Coaxing words from her ghost lips

Searching for a sign of life
The water lines on nails
Winter flakes carry twisted; Single
Drenched in blood and ivory


I see fear, flashing in her shallow wolven eyes.


                                                        ­                                                          ~Lycan
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I'm sitting here
Staring at the floor
The tears streaming down my face
Sobs overtaking my lungs and racketing throughout my chest
It already hurts enough
Maybe it's the bruises on my ribs,
Or my demented mind that's stuck on depression
Or maybe the fact that I've been trying to pick up these pieces
And fit then together
It always falls apart
I try so hard
Taking these shards of glass
Attempting to make a perfect reflection
I've cut myself again
Sometimes all I do is stare at my wrists
Watching the blood flow over
Spilling
My life is ebbing away
And with every weakening heartbeat
All I can think about
Is how I've lost

Somehow
I sit up
I don't know why I try anymore,
But I do
I wipe the blood off of the pieces
And puzzle it back together
Finally, it holds a relfection
When I get past the cracks spiderwebbing across the pane,
The red edges pointed out at my skin,
And when my eyes adjust to the darkness
All I see is a broken figure staring back at me.

That's nothing to hang on the wall.
Not at all fabricated or intricate.
What I feel at the moment.
How long is the regret

That it is always at the end?
Loving you is exhausting
But exquisite and intricate and haunting
The kind of love that lingers like the smell of smoke
From the candles in my bedroom
The kind of love that touches the crevices in my body
That no one has reached out to touch before
And yet there you are
In my veins, in my heart, holding me
Loving you is all I can do darling
I knew from the moment we spoke
That I would want you forever
And that is my promise to you.
Loving you isn't easy
Because loving you makes me crazy and insecure and worried
But loving you is a new journey that I am taking
A sacrifice that I am making
Something I must get used to; loving you.
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