Hallucinations
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She's not real
I tried to convince myself as she stepped out of her painting
Her silky voice sent shivers down my spine
And when she outstretched her hand to touch me
Her skin seemed to be made of ice
I saw you today.
Your umbrella wavering in the rain.
Until I realized it wasn’t you.
The days we spent chasing each other in the rain,
Chunks of his face fall away.
Her figure of ash disintegrates.
Your breath is toxic.
Don't you see you're a killer?
Stay away.
Stay. Away.
They turn to stone that crushes their life.
Once upon a timeTomorrow was not an optionThe moon, the stars, the sun woulda all be goneSight would be lostOne day
they cam e back
this time they wanted my hands
so I couldnt lay fingerprints on anything anymore
no evidence of my evil
just poison from my wrists they wanted to see
We were introduced to medication at seven and eleven.
My brother's first thought was to break open the capsule
To the sound of my parents saying, "No, no, no."
Now we're poppin' pills from PEZ dispensers
The words hit the paper like the tears hit my wrists;
The ink flows like the blood from my arms;
The open spaces
Letters spinning
Words shaking
I remember that morning
As many as three times a week
And I remember the shrieks
And I remember yelling your name with a question mark
You hear the muffled whispers
hiding in this room
you're listening and you're listening but still the whispers loom
haunting whispers in the night
you know that they should give you fright
He comes in the quiet
whispering about bloodied hands
and a twisted, dirty, ugly soul
wearing a plain girl's face
His lips skim along my skin
The barest touch
as he tells a loveless story
Life lost, a lost life,
Youth wasted, a wasted youth,
Tired of trials, trial and error,
No end in sight, living in terror,
A slave to the night, always running scared,
