It didn’t work
And I can’t help but think
You threw it,
Tossed it to the side
And accepted the loss.
Did you wipe the stain?
Change shirts
And get on with the dawn.
People surround my cries
And their bleeding stops
Because they have a rag.
I don’t care if I’m dirty;
I can no longer fall further,
Back upon the one
Who has me deep.
You fell by yourself
And still I feel fallen,
As if I’m buried
With that decision.
Because I cannot face
The fact that
We couldn’t see the answer.
You, me, alive or not,
We are apart,
Yet the gravitation pulls
And though you’re that
Beautiful poison,
Beneath the soil at last,
I still crave for more.
 

It’s just that your poison feels so good,
Forget my worshiping pain
That is undoubtedly pitiful
And mistaken for its worth.
I just need the prescription,
I want to feel normal again,
Fix the addiction
And regain some control.
Peace left out the door
When you froze your lungs,
Crystallizing my love
Into longing that cannot be cracked.
Wishing for stabilization
For one adult to function
As the inspirations flood,
I am dry.
For you I would drown,
Savor the thirst
While I head to the abyss
Before recognizing my last breath.

Tired

The eyes grow weak
And burn at the crease,
For they have dried
And it's time for ease.
Somber hiccups
Clenched at the sweater cuffs,
Were ready to drench
But somehow calm grew tough.
This goo within pores
Has become too thick
And it's time to wipe clean
Of what I've learned to pick.
My skin unveils blemishes
And routes to a herse
From my nail slivers
In a world without verse.
It keeps repeating
The same drum tone
As If my shoulder hump
Is a beat resurrecting a home.
Those dead are dry;
The ounces left are barely enough,
But it's what was ordered
And I've got to smooth the rough.
The leaves are buried
And I see no green to escape,
Only the cripple in my heart
And nothing left on my plate.
There's more to this breakdown,
More to this rain on my windshield,
And less of all those poisons
Giving me reason to void them.
All I have is the breath in me,
The one born I can trust,
The one alive and robust
The only one who can thrust or bust.

Destruction Never Disappears

I thought the pipe busted
years ago in your trampled path
of drowning pellets in wrath.

Beat down all who challenge,
your words are still the only noise
that fire rightfully with poise.

Chin up young man,
the crowd is cheering for a show,
don't stop on account of your foe.

Pulverize that boy for his gamble
and beat him down to your level,
it is now time to set an example.

You are king in our land,
radiating heat to us shaking,
exercising a shake if you can
and washing our love away in the sand.

You are busy with mistakes,
No pity for blood shed,
it is too late
and it is time to go to bed.

"Do you wanna let it go?"

I just wanted to hug that tissue like lace,
hang on to the base,
let it light me on fire,
and rise up to you to retire.

I just wanted to be pulled,
brought up to the answer,
save my faith,
and murder my hobby to wonder.

Did you find safe arms
like the ones you found in mine,
or have you fallen too far
due to your selfish crime.

Did you fall willingly
without spite over our cries,
I wish I could have
sung you a lullaby.

Like in that bed with you and the poison,
I just wanted to stroke every strand
to save this man
who could no longer stand.

I just wanted to cut phone ties
and come to you despite my insanity,
bleeding for your falling cries
I see red for eternity,
as I absorb the torture you held inside.

Poor Me

How do I know you werent the one for me,
Whether you cut the rope of destiny?

You did drink the potion,
Silently hoping for darkness.

But why profess your love?

Why would one be peeled open,
Exposed as never before,
Prance naked for joy
Of what lay underneath the cheek,
Yet feel absence for a shoulder?

Some say to let go
And fall into the arms you love
Is breathtaking as much as your first kiss
With the one who truly
Sees you
Envelopes you
Absorbs you
Bleeds for you,
But why did we have our last kiss?

Taking it with me

My brain can now breathe,
plump penetrating my skull,
though scarred from stitches,
it operates without any glitches.

The fear of plummeting has lifted
through the space between me and you,
where I once pleaded on my knees
and now exhale for worth I see.

Medication is no more a stranger,
it has leveled the deceit of death
for a zombie ready to die
who could not suffer a cry.

Tears now welcome in the crowd,
carve trails upon my cheeks,
lifting the tattered vale
to reveal red beneath pale.

Bleeding is now sustainable,
bruised from the liver up,
I know how to massage the kinks,
in order to not sink.

Depression is not a distant haze,
now close enough to connect the dots,
and even closer to know
that it was a part of the road.