flesh
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Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ...
I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered
With the merciless blow, like finding out you'll die just before Christmas
My name is insanity.
See the way my teeth bleed,
My eyes shine,
My cackles echo through the corridors of night.
Do you see my stretching smile?
I know you do.
Come here, and lend your ear.
For there is a word
That you really must hear.
If not, life would be unassured.
So listen, please, I ask a favor.
Skin on skin
As the morning comes
We were out too late
We don’t mind
Being tired the next day
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
We are no longer alone
Flesh on flesh
My chest pinches
in an uncomfortable way
the air will not flow right
slowly seeping out
and leaving me breathless
Tears begin to collect,
from the pain,
the pressure,
I am insecure.
I am retarded.
I am artistic.
I am so Hipster.
I am a Goth.
I am a Skater.
I am a prune.
I am the devil
and your favorite whore.
I am a guardian angel.
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin
and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath.
two beers
shots shots shots shots shots
dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation
Her heart is slowly dying.
Her scars grow deeper and deeper.
As she is no longer trying.
Only watching the calamity beat her.
The fire surrounds her soul.
She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
There is a fire
that wells
inside of my stomach
A raging flame
slowly burning every inch
of my flesh
as darkness settles over
inching
creeping