Obliteration Of A Life

Standing over your lifeless corpse

I relish in what I have done

As I look into your now vacant eyes

I wonder if this is what I've become

A deluge of hate wases over me

Like the flood of blood at my feet

All I hear are your cries for mercy

Just before I take this blade

And slit your throat

As you silently bleed out

I begin the dismemberment

The screams from your eyes

Now louder than your voice once was

Tears stream down your face

A futile attempt to wash away the blood

Nothing left for you to do

But wait for it to end

But I wont stop stabbing

'Til you stop bleeding

The end of your life

Brings the beginning of mine

Finally, I am alive.

Fucked up & Dying.

we are all fucked up and we are all dying

we are all getting fucked up and we are all lying

only honest to one and only in the silence of there empty four walls

we are wishing things could change

we are wishing thay could understand

only at the end of the night i am left with an empty hollow in my chest, left longing for more

only at the end of the night i dissolve once again into the sheets and i am left to wonder if you think about the fleeting moments of connection as often as i do.

Scars

there will be a scar on my arm for everyday we do not speak.

a scar to show how much you mean to me and how much this hurts me too.

but you will never know because i will never show.

and you will never understand

because words will forever fall short to convey what lays behind these hazel eyes.

Lady Morphine

lade morphine, bearer of bad dreams and less pain,

come visit me once more.

i long for your scent to fill my nostrils,

and your skin against mine.

exhale your death into my lungs,

fill me with your essence.

rattle around inside my ribs,

crawl up and down my spine.

seep into my brain,

absorb into each and every cell.

coat the walls of my veins,

end this insurmountable pain.

draw the curtains on my final act,

step back and watch as i fade into the blackness below.

connection

forget the dots

lets connect the lines

make the parallels

become equilaterals

our worlds will collide

and our hearts entwine.

weve been running along

stuck on these tracks

but everything was wrong

were constantly looking back.

together we can derail this train

and relish in the beautiful catastrophe.

we need to get off this grid

and make a way of our own

lets connect the lines

make the parallels

become equilaterals

forget the dots

lets connect our lines.

something pt.2

I met insanity tonight
She walked me through her garden
Showed me all beauty it had to offer
There was much to see
We spent much time there

Ages and ages hence
The sun finally set
Everything faded to black
I found myself lost
In a repeat thought

I became a ghost tonight
Surrounded by paper cut out figures
Stuck in their own worlds
Their glass eyes looking right through me

I danced with death tonight
Waltzed beautifully around a grand hall
For an audience that had no face
My bones felt frail and brittle
As my cheek brushed against hers
We stood on the edge of the world
Inching ever closer
With each movement played by the orchestra
She whispered in my ear
All the temptations
Of death and its sweet release

Then I felt a presence that I had not felt in ages
Your presence, in angelic form
Came to comfort my wavering soul
You reminded me that you never left my side
And that all this was temporary and transient.

something pt.1

Transcending the blood-brain barrier
Flowing through my vessels
Working out to my hands & feet
& back to my heart, riding the crimson wave
Pupils dilate, light rapidly increases
This room becomes the only world we know
We destroy ourselves to create this universe
Trees sprout up & flowers blossom out of our chest
Birds take flight from our eyes
We create something from nothing
Then we entangle & galaxies collide
Passion engulfs the stars in flames
They fall from the sky & everything dies
As the roots undo, our world dissolves
The black abyss rolls in & over us
Like a fog off the California shoreline
We descend down the mountain, all is lost
this fleeting feeling, never found again.