The moon pours ink
into my lungs,
I wake
choking on stars.

I could see myself as I truly am.
what would I see???

I love absurdity

A kind of beauty;

-Revealed only thru illogical wisdom.

A kind of beauty;

-That glints when reason
Walks out the door of my consciousness.

A kind of beauty;

-That defies logic's grasp.

I’m a foolish, curious & humorous creature
So go on, laugh at the way I lived
and save your tears for the smoke of my funeral pyre.

~
Oh listen, my desperate heart
At the young night Do not watch
Do not wish & do not start.
I'm powerless, injured & crucified—
Jittered, oft died & cried in yellow light.
Let not a thing be your wish
Don't wish for a thing
Don't.

~.                                          
Seriously
When it's said
  some words can haunt & pierce
deeper, sharper & more brutal than a blade
~the pallid blood flows 24/7 from your vein
    driving your mind to madness to pain.
~~
That cut, Gothic & red
   an open, hemorrhagic gate
never heals, never fades.
  And the pain
it will remain
  it will remain
~
Always
&
Forever
&
Permanently
.
~~