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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?

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letter

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.


grit

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

anger

he spits at me and grinds his teeth

exhales again and inhales death


catch

I can’t breathe

its tight

the air is wringing my neck

I’m bleeding

my trachea is wounded

its exhausted

flesh is tightening digging its death into me

tightening around my neck

aroused by the blood

heightened by the heat


colour of your face

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

I hate them money folk

They play in mind repulsion

Not because I don’t have what they own

But because fickle is a word they do not know

Asking for honesty

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

Fake smiles

Judging eyes

Im in the corner now

Shrivelling friendships

Searching for fucking honesty


listen

What do they say? What do they call you?

Liar!

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