I listened to that band
I loved
and you hated,
and I cried over memories that were lies
and fairy tales that
turned back into pumpkins and toads
at the end.

Sad today.

this is where
i lose my sight
hot tears mingling
with the burn and scrub
of a forgetting-shower.

that was there
i lost you
and this is when
it finally hit me.

Touches

I'll teach you not
to be afraid.
I'll show you
how good
this bad touch feels.

Enslaved

here they stood,
cramped, fearful,
praying for escape.

and it was there
that they sweat,
breaking their backs
to escape
the kick of boots
and a nighttime awakening
that lead to death.

Drifting Apart

You'll forget about me,
and soon
I'll be that misted figure
seen through fog,
the favourite chair
draped in a dusty sheet.

Popular?

I am the popular girl.
I know not when to pose.

untitled

if I brought
you into my world,
made you feel how I feel
and introduced you to my demons,
what would you do?

would you ignore
the wisps of anguish,
clinging to me
as I clung to you?

would you fight
valiantly against them,
a heroic attempt to
vanguish them?

or would you be drawn in
and shown the distorted dreams
only they
can provide?

WiThIn

(do it)
now? (yes)
why? (you know why)
...I do.
(exactly)
now...(quickly)
soon. (now.)

(good)
(never do that again, I'll have no more attempts to destroy me)
don't leave me.
(I'll be here until the end)

...was it you...?

was it you that held me until my final breath had come and gone? was it me that forgot to breathe or was it you who forgot to remind me? am I to blame or are you just blameless?

gOnE

To me.
You. Are. Dead.
You are gone,
dissipated,
dissolved,
destroyed -
a weak shadow of what I once wanted
and a horrendous portrayal of what I now depise.

Destruct

would it be
so terribly wrong
to save
to stop
to destroy
this singular, alone life?