I am not strange, I am just not normal.

Razor blade tears Rip silken cheeks Your eyes could kill Pure emotion speaks Of a fire inside Sunshine and hurricane Your kindness is hostility Running through my veins You are my perfect storm Dusty air stirred Into a vortex to consume My cries, unheard We are red string lovers Destined to connect Despite distance and memory We are obsessed Your ocean floods my vison Waves crash brittle bones…

My hollow heart is fading But still I feel it beating Whilst I sit here debating Whether to go on pretending   My soul is suffocating And still my pulse is racing Because the monster is dominating … My entire life   My art is indicating That I’m adept to isolating Myself, I am contaminating A body, devastating   I know I’m separating Myself and accelerating Down this path, creating … New…

Endless horizons of needle destruction Infliction of pain from simple action Corroded skin formed around nails Lacerations leaving red trails   Frailty formed from past unknown Deface, disfigure; beauty overthrown Contaminate skin, beyond recognition Corruption of self, a new addiction   Polluted body, disfigured by sin External scars of pain within Dynamite heart set to detonate Body programmed…

My mind is an avalanche, cascading A brain scattered and fragmenting Entrapped within bruises Live secrets and excuses   Shattered glass begging mutilation A body condemned to damnation A mind mutilated beyond repair Baited and betrayed; forbidden love affair   Lured into the chaotic and disordered Memories isolated by traumas Abandoned shadow, desolate and detached Ribcages vacated, avoiding…

Satan’s Bride

There’s a poison within her, That rages inside An aura of evil, Of Satan’s Bride Emotional conception, On an indigo night Forged from lies, In the pale moonlight A sociopath, Void of compassion Manipulation; Her true companion Cavernous eyes, Encircled with fire Contained chaos, Her desire Scarlet serpent Within my veins Constricting souls, No conscience remains My mind is a furnace Of forgotten…

Thumbs, like canyons, of callous skin Valleys with blood rivers that run within Fingernail islands surrounded by swells Of flaming crimson with stories to tell Emotional manipulator with an acid tongue Serpent slayed by words that stung A mountain of thoughts, trapped in a teacup The nauseating confusion of a pending breakup

Can you hear the beat of her heart at dusk? It crumbles silent, to no more than dust A broken relic of what was before Bruises and welts, infected, left sore Silk silver trails of streams tinged black Tumbling down mountains, no going back A waterfall cascading ice down her face Her heart will always be dead last in the race Ashes at dusk laid, lost, on the floor A body left empty, cast off…

Our love is like a garden That should bloom full in Spring But parasites infect the land And destroy the seeds within The sun, in the morning rises, But the moon, at night, has gone An external world still laughs and smiles Yet inside our hearts, we run They say silence is a healer, It calms and soothes the soul, But this silence is the turbulence Of a love that’s lost control It echoes in an…

Silver birch bark, exorticate Onychophagia devastate Lacerating skin by the layer Shedding leaves, like tissue paper Antique parchment, decorticate Contorted branches premeditate A valley of blood through cavernous roots Betrayal of a body in disrepute Shredded nails, a neurotic symptom Of the deciduous tree’s fresh new victim Perpetual nerves and cruel anxiety Beauty ravaged by mortal insanity…

Dessert dunes under sore eyes A silky blue sheen intensifies Freshwater pearls flicker with fire A salt-lake cloak, her new attire   Mystical elegance of aqua green hue A lagoon in the paradise of the confused An oceanic theme drowns milky skin Sunsets and lakesides of the Gemini twin   Majestic flair of white water rapids Extraordinary opulence of tears, like acid Mossy green depths of enchanted…