my withered dry mind crumples
and blows away
with the rotten fruit
of this halfway point
directly between
life and death
(the train truss and the fermented filthy playground haunted by forgotten memories blown away through the cold into bitter oblivion)
I contemplate
as the frigid breeze
blows it all away
burying it beneath my skin
to ferment from poison
from within
of torn flesh and
broken dreams anew
my bones crack like metal
eyes darkened
by this life
of ghosts to haunt me for evermore
i try to just let it lie
in the depths
of something deeper
than subconscious
unknown and free
my withered
dead
hands crumble
beneath the weight of a thousand expectations
my rotted corroded arteries
collapse
listening to the sound of the rain
i want to feel
no more
pain
in this bed i've made
i'm lain
to all your disdain
my sick
dead eyes
disinegrate
right on your plate
I say
Just fake it I say
put on your plastic smile
for another fuckimg day
lying used and torn
beneath the charade
its glory is without a doubt
sure to fade
may i make this sacrifice
of a life misspent
yet another life brought forth
I choose to obscure the darkness
whilst living and loving lies
crumpled and wasted
please bury my flesh
for a TRUE lady
always knows when it is time to leave
