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
I can’t breathe
the air is wringing my neck
my trachea is wounded
flesh is tightening digging its death into me
tightening around my neck
aroused by the blood
heightened by the heat
I always wonder why people are rich
That they can fill their belly with rotten pride
That their eyes are always on the prize
That they see wealth in the skies
They play in mind repulsion
Not because I don’t have what they own
But because fickle is a word they do not know
When I can keep crying and shove a pistol through my heart
My words become like medicine
Hard to swallow
Never spoke any lies
But still they weave round my words like spies
Im in the corner now
Searching for fucking honesty
What do they say? What do they call you?
Truth i speak time again but ears to hollow to hear
Honesty flows through my mind but disrupted
Disoriented by fear
Fear of what?
Fear of believing
Fear of the truth
Tell me its lies
Try and tell me to my face