I am but
Shadows and dust
Will you remember me when I’m gone?
I’m alive with every cut
And reside in the hearts of the just
Will you wait for me til dawn?
Brave through the dusk
I’m journeying towards where I belong
Where it all won’t hurt as much
Would you crucify my faith?
Would you…
Armed with ammunition
Hand holds a weapon
A killer disposition
But my fingers prove trepid
Demeanor not quite as definitive
Aim may need to be redirected
Am I dying just to live
Or expecting my demise to be epic?
Enter these exit wounds
Some say a chamber is just an empty womb
Give birth…
Nothing remains
I’ve siphoned you from my veins
Purged myself in each paragraph
Every word erased
The feeling is anemic
These cuts keep bleeding
I find myself scratching at the scabs
Remembering the reasons
My heart decayed
It no longer beats, just murmurs
Faintly heard
Merely a murder
Quite well rehearsed
Vanquish
This anguish
I’m damaged
Come see the blood beneath the bandage
Don’t know how I’ve managed
To hold all this pain and still emerge empty handed
If this faith is a mirage
Then Heaven is an oasis
Images I’m faced with
Lacking the inspiration
In these pages
These thoughts go…
dream bottle
the stars
play with
my eyes
they drag their
dust across
my arid corneas
(siphoning their
waning energy)
I weep for nights
when I can’t
touch their
majesty
when my eyes
burn from the
chains holding
them to pages
(words appreciated
but enforced
nonetheless)
I want to capture
a thousand dreams
and hold them
in a bottle
where I can drink
them anytime
I feel too
exhausted
to be
alive.
I will never pass secrets between your lips
Your ears will never burn with the untruths that blackmail my tongue
I am in dispute with the furies that crave obliteration
Hate can slip from this mouth unnoticed
Stealthy past blackening teeth
Your reaction is the first I know of my…
Imaginary soulmate.
I built her up
to be something
she wasn’t.
So even if I
changed or
begged or
pleaded -
convinced her to come back…
She never actually existed.
Shooting sprees and eulogies
You don’t know what your impurities do to me
Few and far between obscurity
I’m still searching for security
But this prevailing paranoia
Has got me stuck in a coma
Taking away everything I once knew to be
Your stench is an aroma
Drawn to your touch
Dreaming…
Do we believe, in a kingdom come? Or are
we overcome in kingdoms? Drowning in
predisposed conditions. Brought on with,
intellectual malnutrition. Sleeping with neutral
faced suspicion. I’ve never claimed a king, or
belief. Maybe I’m the one that fell asleep.But maybe, I’ve asked too much…
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