Decayed at bestThe beating of my heart,Decayed at best5 years ago in Free Verse
is pounding in my brain.
Like a hammer constantly colliding
into a brick wall.
The hard shell of my body
only amplifies the sounds all,
because I am empty.
In the midst of a lone night,
I have the same dreams.
For the images are like a movie
set on replay.
In this blurry depths on my thoughts,
these demons,these fears.
All have twitching fingers.
They touch my belly button,
and press into my skin.
And sink and stay.
They hide and bubble in my core.
The hairs on my flesh all rise,
the blood in my veins run twenty below.
And though, I may try to escape,
Though, I may scream until my lungs give out,
Though,I may run until both of my legs
are snapped into broken hard bones.
I know now, there's no way of waking up .
Suicide SeasonAngels sing of broken thingsSuicide Season6 years ago in Free Verse
As we face the path of time
It's too hard now, just let me sink
I'll fade away in time
From my throne upon the clouds
Sinking within the water
Dragging me deeper
My suicidal angel
I heard your song
Of pain upon your wings
You never seemed so weak
I found grace in your reason
Waiting for your siren call
Life amidst your suicide season
Is not hard to bear at all
Moon Covered in ScabsMoon Covered in Scabs11 years ago in Free Verse
Nothing begins here
It's just another sunset and another day of regrets
The future of forgotten fortuity
Darkness advances over the horizon again
The balance of the equinox gone
In the wake of creeping nightshades
But this time, I disappear
Fleeing the known world
An escape into the primal
Into a more natural state of misery
Into the woodland catacombs
This forest thrives
On the tears of forlorn youth
That no thrash against the flesh could summon
Neither thorn nor claw
Could ever pull this from the eye
So speaks the torture within
Eden in perpetual mourning
Beneath a moon covered in scabs
Past a decaying grove, several miles into the wild
The lake of lamentations awaits me
Waters still as glass and mirroring the celestial temple
I stumble to the weeping riverbed
And let my bare feet sink into the mud
Just out of reach of the gluttonous tides
Black water grabbing for my legs
This is a dismal dimension
A grave of souls
I watch the leaves rain down
A slow spiral of perfect vermilion doom