Inside You

I want to crawl inside you and play
with what makes you human,
feeling through to collect scraps
and momentos,
things you need to live and things
you need to forget.

I’ll pretend to love and care for you
just so my hate can get close enough
to steal your coping mechanisms,
digging my nails in to scrape them out,
consume them while i’m curled up
inside you.

Shards and fragments to be stolen,
my missing pieces,
a patch work now where identity is lost,
how did you learn to cope in this world?
I’ll consume your insides until I learn
the truth.

Desperate Needs

My personality is shambolic,
I could cry at nothing right now.
A desperate need for something
to capture my imagination,
I’m hopelessly doubting everything
and I’m stuck in an otherworldly sense
of constant distraction.
Make everything dreamy I say to myself.
Please tell me a story.

No Breeze

of little interest or consequence
let the dust settle around us
let the ivy creep around us
bones will be left when it’s done
don’t let it bother you
the sinking and the friends
broken on the floor
nourishing it as they scatter
casually flung into the air
with no breeze to catch it

It’s Dread

it’s dread it’s dread
it’s dread the taste is ripping
and here it lies
get out get out get out NOW
palpable sense of coming after you
is a lie when it nests behind your eyes
flexing it structure
pretending to stalk when it has latched
wrecking the place
THIS please stop feeding

The Crowds Are Difficult Again

The hollowed out, the divot,
temples stuffed full,
packed to the rafters with doubt.
Best to be surrounded
by a select few geniuses
than a swarm of fools,
at least that’s how it should be.
It has crept back in,
making itself at home,
bags and clothes strewn.
The crowds are difficult again,
house and home relentless,
you must interact or else!
The quiet no longer has a seat.
Vertebrae move on marshmallow,
never one to hold my head high.
To be that and then some
but never, if only.

time to lash

get me a shit wig, high heels and a military jacket
let me show you what a non-issue your bulshit is
bring on the buckets of love you fuckers
time to lash you with what you’ve been missing out on
call me a sell out call me fake call me a faggot
you will never know me
i can be whoever you don’t want me to be
and i will strut passed as you lie in your dirt
blood boiling with the bass
shut up the fuck up and watch out

Hollow & Eczema

Take it away from me,
rip it out of my hollow.
Death congeals at my feet,
the sky bears down,
wolves ripping at this corpse.
Rip it away from me
for i cannot deal
with this falseness,
not right now.
Tricks are being played,
longing for treats,
I used to love this time of year.
Skin blisters,
cracks and splits,
losing my fingerprints again.
Body reacting to everything
I can’t put into words
or won’t,
the cold doesn’t help.
I used to love this time of year.