Healing

Fill the cuts with shards of glass; salt is overrated. Use gasoline because alcohol isn't strong enough. Dress your wounds with flames. Stitches? Staples? No, duct tape would work best. Swallow razors, they do more damage than pills. And instead of injecting yourself with that needle full of whatever the latest cure is, try water.

Exoskeletal

Charging through layers of fabric, pushing through skin so reluctant to give in, but tearing easily despite it's defense. Such a tease. Crack the bones, rip the skin.

Wrapped around me, veins like electrical cords, surging through, I can feel the current. Was all this blood supposed to be a deterrent? This is not a dream. This is only a dream. Not a, (only a) dream. Choke.

Hair matted, sticking to the side of your face. Eyes rolled back inside of your head. Rug burn coating your knees. Bruises, soft reminders of the fun we had. When pain turns to pleasure, who calls the police to tell them to disregard the last call? Don't worry, I'll take care of it. You just go back to sleep.

Go back to sleep.

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Open your eyes, your tattooed eyes.
-------------I told you that you'd rise.

Good morning.

Dash
Jump from thought to thought, watch them fall
- thinking never got me anywhere
My mind lies latent in instincts I have yet to act upon
and
emotions I have yet to convey
and
things I have yet to percieve.


Discontinue this
-dissonance.

The farthest distance is the not the hardest to reach
It's the walls in my mind I have trouble trying to breach

Climb
Crush
Crack
Crumble

Throw a rope around the sun, pull myself up
[itsnothighenough]
- nothing is.

I want to leave, to go out of my mind.
I want to run wild.
I want to seefeelheardosayexperience everything.

There’s a jungle out there full of brick and concrete. Full of people who’ve seen it all and people who are blind to the world. Full of murderers and saviors. Full of light and dark and those who shine the brightest within shadows. Full of shattered and stained glass. Full of black and white and every other color in the spectrum. Full of love and hate and those who love to hate and hate to love. Full of hot and cold. Full of soft whispers and softer screams. Full of emotion and apathy. Full of open space and claustrophobia endusing confinity. Full of those who thirst for fame and those who drown into obscurity. Full of disease and infection. Full of cures and protection. Full of clocks and yet not enough time. Full of things that are used up and others that haven’t even been discovered yet.

I want to experience it all.

The sun has dimmed and gone cold. The moon is burning a whole in the atmosphere. It's raining ashes. All that's left from the fire are drops of water. Buildings have collapsed. Mountains have sunk into the ground and become craters. Gravity is pulling us into the sky. [It was nice to know you.]

Sweet Tsunami Sour

Excitement flows from your mouth in the form of laughter and permeates my skin. It pulsates through my nerves and veins. I can feel it like an electrical current, surging through my entire body. I am saturated in this liquid, thrilling feeling.

Let it Flow

You may have put out the fire,
But I still have the ashes
I still have the scars from your scratches
And I’m picking away at the scabs
Causing memories to flow out like blood
All these memories flow out like a flood

I hope you don’t think of this as unforgivable
Do you regret it, beautiful?
It was exciting and thrilling and emotional
Do you regret it, beautiful?

Silence in the Storm

I'm not in the mood. It's become a nightly ritual.
You've got your own chant, and I have my own dance.
And you repeat it, while I move my feet and, we fall asleep on opposite sides of the room. You usually take the window seat, you've always liked the view. That leaves me with either the door to the hallway (a perfect escape route), or the closet (safe, secure, and cozily cluttered). Not caring whether or not I'll be able to shed the confines of coziness if a fire started, (though I doubt it could, there are no sparks in this bedroom), I take the closet.

Silence.

Silence so loud that it hurts. I hear you slowly exhale and it sounds like thunder. A tear falls and it splashes against your cheeks like rain on the roof.

The Hunger

I don't want it, but I need it
I've got a hunger and I must feed it

Liar.

She said, “Don’t feed me your lies; I’m already full of shit”
So I told her that this was the truth, and she ate up every bit
She said, “Don’t give me that look; I see it enough in the mirror”
So I looked right through her, and told her she was clear

An hour wasted
You can think of this as just another goodbye letter
I know I’ve said it all before and better
But I think it’s time for our ties to be severed
This will be the last thing that'll ever tie us together

I'll never write another thing about you
It's been ten months and that's what I should count to
And this may seem a little over the edge
Yeah, maybe I could use a couple deep breaths
But don’t you try to act flattered
This didn’t take long and it doesn’t matter

It looks like it’s getting harder to breath
I can tell, you’re on the edge of your seat,
And every word is on the tip of your tongue now
You’re about to stand up and scream your lungs out
But you should know you’re just making things worse
Because it’s not going to, no it’s not gonna work

I'll never write another thing about you
It's been ten months and that's what I should count to
And this may seem a little over the edge
Yeah, maybe I could use a couple deep breaths
But don’t you try to act flattered
This didn’t take long and it doesn’t matter

You can try to catch me when I’m all alone
Dress yourself up and try to look elegant
You can write a few letters of your own
Use your favorite words and try to sound eloquent
But you should know you’re just making things worse
Because it’s not going to, no it’s not gonna work

I’m trying now, to let myself leave unharmed
But everything you do catches me off guard
And what were all those things you said?
It doesn't matter, I guess I must have missed them
I have this funny little way of forgetting how to listen

And don’t you try to act flattered
This didn’t take long and it doesn’t matter