You could be filthy,
but lets not pretend ever in despair
how long are you going to keep suffocating yourself?
let run your inspired mind
gasping for diseased streets
infected from a heart full of heat
this is just for you
waiting on inspiration
you think you are empty?
you have unsung holes
and false heroes
your hope has not run dry
your belief has not been crushed
you are alive
that sword across your chest can only dig deeper if you push it
is that the answer you seek?
I had the chance to drown in your knowledge
I pulled away for reasons we will both never hear
I feel your smile as if its stained upon me.
My letter to you
you are not alone
I keep all the the voices in my head
we talk, I scream and they listen…reluctantly
a bit like you and me.
I’m still here to keep
I won’t be leaving anytime soon
but I can’t be yours as much as you were never mine.
I never cried as hard as you would have wanted, in fact i couldn’t cry at all
I just stared intensely at this page for months until I found a weapon.
My heart never shattered into pieces
I was never fragile enough for that, even if I wanted to be
I still beckon to be hurt by you
It would be easier to let go of our nothing we shared.
Smile dirty smile
pungent ash breath
smoke it in and cough it out
he splutters to the ground
his eyes hoarse and gills ripped open
he holds on but I cut off his grip
his thighs tighten as he trawls himself up
looking at me with regret
he spits at me and grinds his teeth
exhales again and inhales death