I dreamt I looked in the mirror
I could see my backbones & I was so
happy
but a kind of sad happiness
because there's no true happiness
inside my
bare bones
but I felt alive
when I was actually
dying
and I feel like I could jump to the stars
and glow in the dark
but I couldn't barely crawl on my knees
I am so weak
Oh I'm so sorry
i can see those bones again
but now they're buried
six feet under
my skin
but they want to crawl back
with me
and I can't say no to them
I can't say no to myself
I can't say no
to these urges
in order to be able
to see what's underneath
my skin
I'm so sorry
I'm really sorry
but I can't say no
not yet.

What if our thoughts were controlled
and original thought was all but done
if it were illegal to ask questions
for example this one

what if there was no future or past
and only the simultaneous
time was only another tool
like a meter stick or others, miscellaneous

or what if those with life
instead of just being
break away from the grid
giving their own life meaning

without fear of their ideas being chased
hunted down, gathered up and erased
built up in great heaping pyres
and ceremoniously fed to the fires
  
people could extend their ideas
through-out the ages
merely by putting their words
on a few blank pages

influencing people
generations apart
simply by creating
a little bit of art

I looked up and said What do you want from me?
Can't you see I just want my baby back with me?

He looked at me with fire
Hot enough to burn down an empire.

How much do you love him
He seemed so slim.

I would die for him, try for him, cry for him
I would even give up my soul for him, didn't I just tell you this?

---

Would you?
Would you be willing to give me your soul, let me eat it, keep you alive enough to see the torture I put your corpse through,
see me ****** innocent people everyday?

Do not make promises with the devil,
we never keep our promise,
dear,
you are literally playing with the devil right now.

I own him.
Simple as that.
I get to do whatever I would like with his soul, and soon,
with yours too it seems.

I will keep his soul, toy with it,
toy with you,
my plaything.

His is mine.

---

I don't believe you
Even demons have the chance of telling the truth.

I would sell my soul for him
Give my life to you

If you bring him back to me
Let me see him one last time

Let me tell him I'm sorry
I was wrong to mistrust

I...I love him with all my heart.

Boyfriend comes out

I love you too
Don't worry about me

I need you to be happy
Move on without me.

---

Hah! You think you can deal with the devil?
Play devil's advocate?

You are nothing but an angel
trying to be tough.

He is mine,
and this, this exchange?
Pitiful. ****.

He's a liar. He doesn't want you to move on,
He loves himself too much to think about you,
he wants you to be stuck on him,
always worship him like he's your world,
and he'd like to take all that worship and give none back.

Part of why I like him, really.
He has some very nice points,
like the fact that he is so full of himself,
and he has a certain taste for breaking people,
just to name two of his fine points.

This is quite entertaining to watch,
him spilling lies out of his mouth like blood drips from a wound,
you slurping it up as if it was water and you dehydrated.

Hmm.
I'm letting you to give me a show for 5 minutes.
And, darling, dear?
He gets some of my demonic powers.

---

Your filthy ******* liar!
I hate you!

He would never sell himself to you to make me
Come back to him.

I came back because I love him.
Runs to the house

Babe, please tell me he's lying?
I love you to much

To much to let you go
I was wrong to mistrust you

Please tell me this whole thing whole
Was just a setup?

Kisses him on the lips

Please don't let him take control!
I need you,

I need you like air to breathe.
The whole time we were apart

My blade became best friend.
Your name is carved into me.

Literally and metaphorically.
Please just tell me you love me?

---

This is interesting to watch.

I told you,
watch him.

Watch how he will
kiss you,
slip his hand down your pants...
I told you, you are nothing to him.
You are just another girl to be ******,
another innocent girl.

Watch as he will enchant you
with that devil smile
that makes me so proud,
watch how he will use you,
make you another one of his slaves.

But who am I to say anything?

---

Babe?
What are you doing?

Stop! This isn't you!

Stop, struggling and look at me
Don't you remember the first time we kissed?
Right there under that tree?

Don't focus on anything else but me.

No!
Struggles to get free
This isn't you,
This isn't me.

Now I know I was right
To set myself myself free.

You did sell yourself!
Like a ***** *****!

You never wanted me
Only my virginity!

So you know what
I'm done!

I hate you and I hate you
May you both rot in hell for all eternity!

Pulls out cross and throws it at devil

I thought you loved me
And I guess I was wrong
But don't be fooled I will always still Love you
For the man I knew
Wasn't this cruel.

I stopped chasing rainbows because they didnt lead to you

I just have a few words for you.

You hurt her
I hurt you.

You make her cry
I break your face.

You break her Heart
I will fight until the ends of the earth to get to you
and then I will bring you to her put you on your knees
Apologize for every tear you made her cry, every part of her body you might have touched.

For every time she forgave you, for every second she spent on you
For every time you made her think you were the one.

Then I will take you to meat shop cover you in meat and throw you in a dog pound.

Then I will comfort her and take her to get ice cream and make her feel like the Amazing girl she is.

SO THIS IN MY WARNING!!
HURT HER AND I HURT YOU
No if, ands, or but's about it.

The cacophony of noise is infuriating
Grinding teeth
like bars of steel clashing
Severing my senses
Burning embers, churning coals
My lungs filled
with Steam and Ashes
Searing consciousness
My arms flailed
Writhing uncontrollably in vain
But you fueled these clogs
Suddenly, I'm tamed
I hope you remember
How we toiled our hearts that November
How we would never let it slip
And how many castles we built
then demolished them quick
Crushing bricks
But we are born liars
And it's impossible to alleviate
Unending chain of regrets
As I run backwards in denial
I try to forget
That I am actually dead



-Clinical Death, Margaret Austin Go