Threads break within your chest, snapping against bone with precision and grace. Whispers invading behind your pale eyes, swelling with hope that tugs at your lips with the wires pierced at the edges for total control. Your hands can’t shake when braces of metal creep within your wrists yet the only sting you’ll acknowledge lies across a beaten, frail heart. Your lungs are giving their final breath in a macabre performance while the disguise holds strong even as the bricks within your mind crumble upon squirming earth.
You never knew that courage could be lethal until you were standing at the cliff’s edge.
Twisting and churning, spiraling creamy hatred beneath the flesh.
Slicing thoughts through a twisted mind, aching behind these pale eyes while rage rips gracefully through my veins.
Darkness eases inside the blood, pumping with the beat of a broken, rotten heart.
Laughter pulsating through my skull it pulls my body into a cold embrace.
Lonely and scared, I stumble further into the blackness creeping and inviting.
Waves crash against my collarbone, splitting my ribs with gentle grace. Heart stuttering and straining against the weight deflating my lungs as centipedes skitter across flesh, lighting it aflame.
My mouth drops open to scream but you are too far to hear. I begin to wonder if there was ever a time that you would have saved me. Taken the blade from my hand. Dried the tears leaking down my cheeks. Hold tight my shaking body as if you could put the pieces back together.
But you look upon me.
You are disgusted by what you see.
You built yourself out of steal and gold, so cold. Glorious light would glint off the sword forged within the fire of your own heart and no one dared to question your strength.
You always found some way to keep going. It never mattered if the foe was a friend or a stranger. Even through your knotted guts, shaking hands, weakened knees; you never stumbled and they all cheered when your blade struck true. Continue reading “19th Drink::Damnation”
You are clumsy.
Allowing pieces of yourself to flutter away into his hands and her mouth. Showing a smile to the stronger ones hoping they won’t notice the blood dripping from your hand, pooling at their superior golden toed feet. Continue reading “18th Drink:: The Voices in My Head”
And so I will waste myself away over time
so slow, you’ll never even know.
Not until you come breaking down my door
because you finally realized how long it had been
since you last heard from me.
There you will find me
peacefully upon the bed
a sad little puddle of mud,
built from the dust I faded into
watered by the tears that I never let you see.
I’m not sorry.
And I’m not afraid.