your old life is no more
you are not a girl
you killed her
you killed a girl

waking up
feeling like her
cut your hair
silently you swear
that you’ll change
but isn’t it strange?

when will she die?
when will she die in me?
she always comes back
but my old life is no more

throughout the night
you scream with delight
from far away,
she hears you.

she spins,
spins to the song

her long dress
quietly dances to the rhythm
of the tambourines
glasses batting
and leather drums

she spins,
spins to the song

she looks up, calling them
then now she’ll be one of them
those who suffered
those with consumed lives

‘no, never alone.’
they whisper,
‘for now she has shown, never alone.’

hold,
hold these white petals

while you stain them with blood
blade smells like the metal in your veins
respect for the dead

respect for the dead

mangled body
id ask,
why?

why do YOU look at it
it’ll make you sick

BEHOLD!

BEHOLD THE LIMBLESS BODY!

so easy, so easy to find
white petals soaked in the red river
while petals running through your face

respect for the dead

i had a friend
unmistakable gaze
blurry thoughts
your throat lingering with knots

oh, it all seemed like a dream
your kiss
how you told me it would all be
just,
just fine

i had a friend,
it’s 12:43
under a bridge
you weep

12:44
hold you,
gripping your wrists
‘i need to get out,’
‘get out of this prolonged dream,’
‘dream that if continues,’
‘it will take all away from us’

i have a friend
i am loved!
i am loved!

not like anyone,
not on the news
you’re special

your voice drips..
down my skin, it chimes
refusing to stop its ringing

i have written you
thousands of promises and dreams
vows i swore i would keep close

what i believed was forever
but the bell keeps tolling
echoing through me.

it is you that spoke
tears like dew,
jewels that sing