The pen breaker

That's who he was a boy and all i was was a girl who kept raibows in her bedroom closet like it was some strange anomaly, abnormal motley wannabe, certified both ways lover who got high on free opium pills because its been always a good compulsion to have you by the side of my purple cheek proding this jabbering primrose animated 90's movie where dreams were made. Firesided, sun-kissed with vanilla ice cream on the beach being cool, sure you're a teen with baby braids so big boys could fall for you; waistlines meetings devoid the nighdates of pina colada shakes.

Longitude is when i play La solitudine working on picnicking with you for real in this false reality shift, enthralling sublimation in absolute golden dreams with you, tea mint skylines, California palm trees, breakfasting on each others treats cause thats what angels like us did.

I picture ache on August summers everyone leaving me including myself under a faint sun in a flowerless field and i sneeze from diseases the loneliness polen tickling in violent extremes my heart, wind is dead so is my head as i lay there stained and torn from my murder attempt.

The gun you placed in my hands loaded with cute bullets

'might be brutal but ill do anything for you if im honest' cause its always about honesty and not about love. Your honesty was deadly. It killed me periodically when i cried from laughter every day this week, grew two grains of hope this year hearing unrealistic promises, promises of no goodbyes on the dark side of my late mornings episodes, filled refrigerator with everything i secretly liked to eat; a pie made from your love, strawberry juice streaming down your safety untill cacao stuffed muffins met my way curling my body from the inside out more than the prayers of Saint.

I hate you now and i wish you could die this day only now and this day is a twenty-four hour count down untill i fall in love with you again and again and again with an old soul an incoherent tongue to convince Mr love that its not meant for me that i get sick as easily as i confess my sins. So many words but i can only say your name as if you're all i need to communicate. I speak or i die with no ear to knowledge my screams no angel to notice my death.

I die losing my cool hearing about the things you do to pretty girls with nice friends who look classy smokin a cigarette straight out a paracosm.

Abusif to just be a girl on fire while everyone seems to be enjoying the warmth of it. How even in death they keep killing me.

i played god when i was a kid that's me the princess of your life me the mutilator of the men my mother called danger when they faked liking my voice and placed tiny flowers of colors in my hair.

Do you like me drugless baby ? 

A. Omri

For the Love I carried to myself and for the rough rejections that it endured I'm sorry for believing the lies and staying blind to your truth.

Unrequited love my Love we are.

One sided you flamed, burnt to the solely belief that for me to find myself I had to fight the hate...thus I befriended it leaving you like a lit candle to the side of this tragedy.

Shall we dine my love ? Have blues choral sing the ephemeral end of times in wails as you rock me to the rumbling of the apocalypse. Truth be told you hated me cry so you offered me crystals carved out of your fluoride peace of mind.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴

𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩

𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳

𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥

𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴

Question the beauty and how she found ways to fit in that body without breaking, crumbling, defecting the rest of an insignificant palette made dirty bodies ugly space of mind.

Indeed yes beauty breaks.

But she couldn't harm even the lost cause of life, the men made power to be right and holes to be theirs to own or even the devil in women for selling their souls to him gorgeous sinful prince son of god and making sugar cane babies look like wolfs; hellhounds to the ends of dawn.

Her chest exposed to a light much kinder than our basking sun. Exploding as final act, nuclear activity of the Astarte dancing around a warm fireplace and bloomed off the beaten path. Her heart lilith doomed between a thorn thorax kissed her rosy love in cuts and touched the humanity in her engulfing the bleed in golden stitches weaved black diamonds.

Hail the Mary Queen for killing herself, her flesh shall remain in our teeth.

Once she was princess; pretty little thing of mommy's guts and daddy's curse used the rally of fairness with a fist drenched in secrets to be the raven master that darkness bathed body homing some rancorous ego, that ego who overthrown the skies just to taste the clouds.

Hail the god killer.

Grace in becoming clay and rock risen sword her breath smelled from war like battlefield exaltation thus her lips still stretched and beseeched a prayer...

'To the bodies that never reached home she pray redemption to welcome them arms wide open, warm from all the tears their mothers cried and wives sched safe and completely unreachable from bullets and bombs the bodies rested in a nest of love and care their eyes seeing green, their ears bearing no strain' ...What left is history and it shall repeat itself. A story about grandeur in the sacrifice and reincarnation of violence taken as beauty.

She left but her bones remain daughters and granddaughters of the womanhood mistaken to be bad blood.

"𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙢𝙚 ?"

"𝙔𝙚𝙨; 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙮, you my 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡, you 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 in 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙮𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙙; 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙩"

𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧; 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨. 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.

𝙔𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴

𝘈 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵

𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯

𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭

𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵

𝘐 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘯

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺

𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺

The smoke doesn't tingle your browns anymore and setting flames to your favorite verses doesn't burn enough anymore like summer the moment in momentary; time is tragedy.

You are half evil wanting to full the empty half yet terribly forgetting that emptiness devours, tempt and sing with strings like a nullity chain. Emptiness ingested evil, dipped it from the universe's edge into you bottomless Bermuda triangle eater of motives.

The mirror doesn't hate you anymore and the words don't harshly drool over your mind like the blood does from you hand; somewhere in the comfort of your messes your scale tipped unbalanced too much nothingness against the gasohol angst your glades used to stand and fall to aches in.

A punch and a pinch to the surface make me feel screamed your shards but the fog stuporoused it all away to the other side, a wide eyed coma, a reptile shedding no skin.

I'm dying feeling this much. Are you surviving the perception of no emotional connection now ? Or gazing at the leafs wishing to crush and brake again against passengers feet like it was soft mercy ?

To die finally.

Primitive in my ways of killing and loving. Slash a throat,offer a flower as if the instinct drove maidens to poison rose waters and become mistress to the big bad wolf.

Death is a female dressed in silk stripping for dear life 'come take a walk in my path let's fuck in the darkness, off with human touch i was the gentlest monster a surprisingly pretty face with mercyless abuse' Pretend and fulfill die and smile, fatality is in the way horror wears beauty to be queen bee, wonder woman maybe an aurora on a dagger sleeping. Translucent sexy body to grove his baby blue eyes and wake up covered in love bites it's his heart you craved his blood and the sugar stuck on his tongue. Now it's him in your arms gorgeous and breathless. You killed him and cried happy tears for him.

Boys are killed gently as men take the longest ride to go home by your hands. Lick him wildly growl if you want but hold your unhinged tooth, a slow dance is a painful slow death.

Men are killed silently as you drive their fast red cars away forgetting about their rotting torsos in a bin, alleyway rats in their lazy pants.

Listen carefully you don't have to call her your only when you're lonely; you damn cry baby she's the judge, orchestrator of your last breath. Old greedy man sanity is a kiss living on borrowed lips and what you call your girl in Chanel lingery is a dancing tornado with a snake to kill you dead in your alcoholic sleep.

You can't deceive the deceiver and man how much women liked to play like artificial pretty little things just to please their own impostor complex.