My feet have enjoyed the burning coal

If our wounds could talk

I bet we'd still miss the keyhole.

And loving the wrong person

Will always feel like a chore.

The rage I'm left with

Could burn cities to ash,

Even though I know it belongs in the trash.

Still,

Got me looking in the mirror different

Hated myself enough to agree I'm scum

Spent every waking hour wondering

Picking at my soul

How do I make a man whole.

All those pretty words and still

The need to know

What part of me would he like to kill?

Is it his parents that have made him ill?

As my orgasm fades so does the thrill.

It's a sad biology

Death before apology.

Being blamed for being drained while crumbling for breadcrumbs.

A lampshade that screams at you for the room being too dark.

I should have gifted him a gun,

Instead of dimming my sun.

The tool turned doormat writes these words

In hope you'll come to see

It's your turn to burn.

But let's not let poison score

From beyond the grave.

No matter strutting or crawling

I'm coming out of this cave.

To be free of dead branches

Is what all peaches crave.

In the midst of chaos

I saw a reflection through smoke,

Reached for my own hand,

Not knowing where I'd land

When I awoke.

Catching parts of my psyche mid-air

There was no fear

But it was nowhere near clear

Is dispair the rare prayer of the legionairre?

Am I destructions engineer or its mutineer?

Feel the cheer again this year

Grab your spear and smell like beer

Soon enough all deer will disappear

And leave this insencere sphere

So will you, dear

We accept the love we think we deserve.

It's the human wish to be seen

Making us scream in pillows

And rip out a brothers spleen

All for lying beneath willows

Being understood and sympathed with

While sharing cigarillos.

To be written about

Instead of worn then thrown out.

A quest for something you don't know to be real

Exuberant and obscene.

Hands sore from wiping the slate clean.

A lighthouse shines over misty waters

Rays of light melt the frozen mountain side

All as it's supposed to be

Clowds composing symphonies

An angels ass got stuck in the slide

All will be washed away by the tide.

I watched as the sunbeam confirmed my story

Flying hearts conjuring up melodies

Swimming hearts, soon floating carcasses.

And it's calm

And you belong.

I warm my fingers on my neck

Imprisonment by locking stares.

Take me away but let me stay a wreck.

I put the uniform on

A general of the highest rank

Bite my lip as you send vibrations

From Venus to Saturn and Mars.

The whore and the saint confuse their identities