Disfigured

Your love disfigures me. Slashes at my wrists,
lets the blood pour like precious jewels down my
arms. It breaks my bones, tears them down and
builds them back only to tear them down again.

Your love kills me. Wrapping strong hands about
my neck, applying pressure until all the air is gone
and my lips are turning blue. You're suffocating me,
please just forgive me. Why must we go on like this?

Must I be broken to be whole enough for you to
love me? Must I beg? Must I plead? Will blood
staining this love pay the price to earn back your love?
I don't have enough blood to give, or I'd give it.
I have repented, over and over again, why can't you forgive me?

Embraced

I cried your name, but you did not answer. I wept tears for your sake,
but you didn't care. What a strange pain this is within me, one that will
not fade, but grows with each passing day. You have that affect on me,
making my heart beat weaker and weaker, 'til not a sound can be heard
from my chest. Oh well, we all have to say goodbye right? Some days
will be better than others, some moments harsher, but this will subside
into placid forever.

You don't believe in myths, but baby I'm a myth in itself. You don't
believe in fate, then this is not meant to be. I hate your games, the way
you play with my heart like its a toy. I hate your smile, so maliciously
delicious that I want to drink of its poison by the hour. Baby, I think I
need your arms, to hold me steady. Ignore the cracks in the mask, roses
are the only facade left to this harlequin.

Desperate times call for ridiculous measures of pure thought and pure
mind. Purity is something I don't possess much of. Just a few pieces of
fading ivory, webbed in bloody dreams. You know, your eyes are green,
greener than the fields of tall growing grass. Lush and thick, full of beauty
and lies. No way you love this all to solid flesh. Bizarre things drift on this
merciless sea of dreams, make the waves stop rocking, cause I'm getting
sick. All that will remain are the constants.

Your leaving me here, left to my own devices. Driven to insanity by the
loss of your honeyed lips. Baby, lets forget it, spider's can't have wings
and I can't fly on the broken dreams. Take my hand, slip that band of ice
around it. We'll be frozen together and alive apart. How lovely, that we
divorce.

Soul torn from soul, heart torn asunder from heart, one body torn into
two, once again we are alone. I don't want to die in this yellowed picture,
fading faster than the glows of those last charcoals. Whisper the lies once
again, and lets die in each other's shattered arms. Be one for one last
moment before we are no more.

Oasis Thin

Bent, made to break and be broken, a
stunned hush over all the pieces. Rose
petals, stained in blood, the Dragon has
called in his debt. Follow the jeweled body
down to the tips, frozen emeralds and
shattered ivory rubies scattered about her
hips.

Almond shaped eyes, colorless and
lifeless, flicker, struggling to regain some
semblance of consciousness. The stones
are rising to the surface, made weightless
by time's erosions, immersed in a
decadent veil of lies. Crescent moon
shines, the light spearing the darkened
night.

Slender fingers, meant for ivory keys, try to
grasp the last bits of life slipping through
this bloodied web. The veins seep love,
now dead from broken hearts and shattered
souls. A wire, held taught, drawing out
pain's violence to frenzied and frayed
nerves.

Wicked mouths, stained with the virescent
blood of autumn's leaves. Forgotten lovers,
blanched bones deserted by the Summer's
heat. Honeyed knives to cleave the soul,
render the mind cold as stone. Break the
bones in ebony quilts and shatter spirit's
womb.

Vanilla colored flowers drift down the
stream, the cool waters, iridescent in the
light of a burning moon. Stained liquid flows
about the interruption of its harmony. The
necessary means to the appropriate ends.
Here we will stand, frozen at the gates of
Hell's rebirth. Statues to guard the secrets
of silence.

hide your mind (for fawn)

She's bleeding black and pink,
sharp ribbons of broken textures
falling all about. The wires
are exposed, let the machines twist
your brain. The spiders escape the
mind's eye, twisted webs that capture
and rape the silence's bruised butterfly.

She's bleeding crimson and blue,
strange hues, merging and changing
from two into one. She's falling in
love with the man, a lemoned ice
cream passing between a decade of
lonesome longing.

She's bleeding green. Its a final moment
she knows, she can't let go. Its okay,
moments like these were meant to
last. Forget everything, a honeyed blade
cuts the skin. Scanners take her mind,
drag the memories out one by one.

She's bleeding lemon. Escape the body,
let it out. Flames engulf her, this sadness
won't last long. Grab hold of the moon,
take it down. The weeping of the guitar at
the loss echoes through the night. This
pink spider has flown.

Not my best piece

I can't say it.
I can't tell you the truth.
I can't.

I love you.
I love the way you smile.
I love.

I hate you.
I hate that you love her.
I hate.

I wish you knew.
I wish I could tell you the truth.
I wish.

Forget me.
Forget you ever heard my name.
Please, forget.

I love you.
I hate you.
I wish you knew.
I can't tell you the truth.

Dead-Man's Gaze

   There they stood. Torn at the seams and broken at the center of it all. She says something he cannot hear, vision is blurring and everything is unclear. He touches her arm, his touch is cold as ice. She tries to shake the pain, brush off his touch, but she can't seem to move now, frozen in time. The bruises don't show, they lie at her soul, bruised where he can't see the damage inflicted.
   She was standing by the door, the dark purple and ivory curls flying about her porcelain face. He was standing on the other side of the door, the tears of lost butterflies burning up the stillness. The rubies were falling in crimson raindrops to the worn wooden floor. They scramble to recover the moments long gone, standing there cringing from the hand of no one.
   He is sitting on the ground, back to the wall, eyes un-blinking. Lifeless man's gaze into the void of broken sunshine. Only a dead man could know the truth. Eviscerated, his hands are missing, his eyes cut from his skull, only the bloody absence remains. They see more than the eyes ever did. Gun-smoke hangs them both, gray crystals encircling their necks and choking the breath from their crushing lungs.
   She gasps, the knife twists between the ribs and the sickening crunch causes her lids to widen. She flutters, a wingless bird trying to fly away. Her black eyes don't close, the sounds of death escaping her soul. Blinded, she finally sees. Hollowed, she is finally full. Chained, she is finally free.
   Severing the cords, they slump together. Putrescent love stories told by blanching bones. He soulless against the wall, she emptied upon the staining wood floor. Twisted and entwined, they rot in the exquisite quiet. Dying butterflies across their ruby lips. Sealed with that morphing kiss, sworn to perpetual silence.

Stolen Breath: Edited

She's sitting on my doorstep. She doesn't have a name.
But she breathes and she cries and she bleeds, just the same.
She is whispering softly to the moon, her pale hands
outstretched, reaching and grasping the sky in broken pieces.

I am sitting on my doorstep. I don't have a name, not anymore.
But I breathe and I cry and I bleed, just the same.
I am whispering softly to the sun, my browned hands outstretched,
reaching and grasping the stained and shattered sky in pieces.

She is sitting in the middle of the road now. Invisible cars
fly by her, not daring to touch those beautiful bruises,
un-willing to break the bubble she has placed herself in.
She is talking loudly now, her voice making the world shake.

I am sitting in the middle of the road now. Infinite amounts of
withering roses scattered about as the cars fly by. I don't dare
touch these beautiful bruises, purple and bloody against bleached
bones that never felt. Un-willing to break the cage that holds me.

I am screaming now, my voice rising and falling in crescendos
that have lost their meanings in the middle of twilight.

She is crying now, her mouth a bleeding slit against the
white darkness. Freedom isn't free, she cries. Love is never
true. And we all die before our time, with nothing left to do.

She is lying in the middle of the cemetery. Her clothes left
behind in her agony. She is pure white, blanched bones
scattered about her, against the black earth. She is dying,
trying to flee that mortal frame. Let the crimson fall, translucent
against the emerald greens.

I am crying now, my mouth a sharp knife against the wound
of these skies. Freedom isn't free, I echo. Love is never true.
And we all die before our time, with nothing left to do.
I am lying next to her, we are stark ivory against bloody earth.

The bones seem to sing a haunting lullaby as we close our
eyes against the birth of the moon to a barren sky. We clasp
our hands together. Promising to hold on, no matter what may come.

No matter what may tear us apart. She vanishes from my heart,
not even a whisper of her soul left behind to caress the loneliness.
And we are miles apart, standing a hand's breathe from one another.

She in her dying womb, I in my empty grave. Grasp the silence
with bloody hands, take what is given and leave what is not.

I am alone again. Sitting on my doorstep with only these tremulous
memories.