the most whimsical sort of spirit

Your fingers spark and you struggle to stay alive.

Your claws wither and you struggle to kill.

Your blood boils and you struggle to feel.

Your heart breaks and you struggle to love.

Your fists clench and you struggle to forgive.

Your mind cracks and you struggle to comprehend.

Your voice gives out and you struggle to speak.

Your grasp loosened and I faded away

your eyes water and you struggle to find your way

Wreathe yourself in pitch black

Adorn yourself in antique gold

crown yourself in bloodied wood

Embellish yourself in crimson red

Immerse yourself in silvery mercury

drape yourself in aromatic fuschia

Heaven is shackle free and weightless of everything, where my dreams are tangible to all.

Heaven is seeing galaxies and a violin playing, a sense of freedom eternal.

Heaven is a place empty of pain and skies the colour of shining gold and deep pink, where i feel the simple breeze on my skin and nothing creeping up on me because i am finally at peace

heaven is the smile that creeps onto your face when the stars dazzle your eyes. it's the way the branches bend and the sound of insect wings buzzing in the treetops. it's a summer evening.

My heart is

healing

kind

scared

ticking

Blackened

Broken

tired

bleeding

heavy

hopeful

non-existent 

oozing

Wicked

Curious

Auspicious

Burning

Patient

fluttering

I hope the medals around your neck choke you

I hope the crown on your head sinks you.

I hope the stars in your eyes burn you.

I hope the hugs around your neck choke you.

I hope the watch on your wrist breaks you

I hope the questions in your eyes lead you.

i hope the feathers in your brain confuse you

my heart is full of flowers and my blood is pink and fizzy

my head is full of diamonds and my blood is bright and sour

my head is full of sorrow and my blood is black and rotten.

my heart is full of of glitter and my blood is tart and viscous

my heart is full of darkness and my blood is cold and poisonous

My head is filled with TNT and my blood is bubbling tar

my name is exhaustion

my name is unimportant

my name is different

my name is broken

my name is withered 

my name is invalid 

My name is ghastly

my names dave

My name is youth

my name is despot.

my name is forgotten

My name is strength

my name is lost.

my name is worthless

My name is hurt.

My name is my battlecry

My name is my legacy

My name is yours to decide.

my name is aggression

my name is timeless

my name is a melody

Streetlight filters through the snowflakes, and the night glows orange.

Hellfire filters dances through the gates, and the day glows red.

Sunshine sparkles through the windows, and the morning glows yellow.

The spotlight shines on you and you’ve never felt so alone.

the moonlight beams on you and you’ve never felt so invisible

the darkness graces on you and you’ve never felt so powerful

the dew settles on you and you've never felt so sleepy

I build myself, brick by brick, from pride and vindication.

I repair myself, part by part, from false smiles and resent.

I fix myself, piece by piece, from soft hope and wishes.

you have dynamite in your veins

you have disaster in your veins

you have danger in your veins

You have defeat in your veins

you have me in your veins

you have moonbeams in your veins

you have sunshine in your veins

You have wonder in your veins.

you have hope in your veins

You have perfection in your veins.

You have love in your veins.

You have pollen in your veins

I have a personality that is held together with duct tape and glitter glue and band-aids and

sunflower stems and moonrays and honey-comb and

rosewater and unconditional love and crocodile tears and

knit wool and silly thoughts and strawberry leaves and