decisions

Get high...

or

Stay low...

A bloody relationship

I fill the hollow inside your bones.
And pounding on your ear, till I become known.
Do you feel me run my fingers calmly
along the sides your chambers?

I have no choice but to float
as you force me, pump me, and push me.
Do you feel me behind your eyes
As I see you before mines?

I turn cold inside your shivers.
So please dont feed me too much sugar
and clog up our world with too much
fucking syrup and honey.

The day of the funeral I will get caught in the Rain

The last breath of autumn slid across my skin.
Winter soon after died inside my chest soon after
I transformed into a living grave.
In me was sadness so deep every time I exhale
I was haunted by the memories of happiness.

Joy fled from my solemn body
leaving behind planes of pure mourning.
It is in moments where grief at its highest point
that any small act of kindness makes me cry.

Even a simple ‘Have a nice day’ from the flower-girl,
who has the same name as Mothers,
when she tells me goodbye.

I sometimes wonder if anyone has a legit crush on me.
Then I remember what I look like...

A denial of me is just not worth the effort
Of continuing to act like I know her.

No matter how much it breaks my heart

drugs

Someone get her another line.
As she inhales through crisp 20 bill
the thought of life being a little
complication, justifies the burning
in her nostril.

World please be mine.
It is such a fast rush to know you
love me so much!

She becomes so needed when
we get high together.
Its almost endearing.

But she still wont let me into her
bloodstream as I snort the dust
off the skipping record.

She will only let me dance with her
Foolishly thinking it will protect me.
Its easy to forget to breath
with blood dripping down you lip.