And as my life crumbles, revealing the glowing foundations of lies melded to deceit. And I'm here dividing even further. Segregating my heart between this and that. The crystallizing thoughts hang like icicles of notion poised to fall. And my life collapses in upon itself, the supports left standing reach into the star scattered sky. Screaming that they're not sad. It was just a lie. My bubble of protection dissolves like hope in the rain of truth. I'm left, standing amid the disaster of my life, clutching my heart, and handing pieces out to passers by. But their faces are mirrors, and their speech a disease. And I'm waiting for the pain to cease. But it just hums harder. Screaming louder then my life. x

Disjointed Perfection

As the hand plunges through the lie scented water. It snatches at something unseen. Ideas floating like feathers in a stream. It retrieves the rose that hung so clearly. And the hand bleeds, punctured by all the empty promises and broken dreams. The fractured heart of a girl so pure. Lies dead and motionless, void of allure. As the deceit hangs thick within this room of faceless friends. We all strive to live, drowning each other for that last gulp of air. That gasp laced with loathing. You drank so deeply. As I am devoured by flames. As I become immortal in death. I drown in your eyes that once I swam in. No longer can I place myself in your skin. I inhale the aroma of burnt flesh. Now like your perfume you soaked those lies within. The land that was crafted out of skeletal trees stretching toward the blue space. Becomes a storm-ridden metropolis, the bright neon lights screaming silently. The trunks that twist so tragically and then swallow themselves. Implodes within a muted season of weather. Hope dissolves in the rain. Among the smiles. And cheerful clouds. And the genius becomes insane. x

Silver Foil Dimonds

Clutch the grass. For fear of flying. Your toes brush the clouds. Living's feeling like dying. The sun sews it's light to the landscape. And through my desperate fingers the words I need escape. A blood stained finger is dragged across your lips. The plaster suppresses the bleeding, wound round my fingertip. And your sun kissed skin is softer then velvet wrapped death. All the clich�s pulling together in their own stereotypical parade. Your feelings run to the floor. You let go of your life. And go flying into what you'll never know. You close your eyes in a smile blemished fraction. Clutch the rose to your heart. Bleed like me. x

Wishes Never Come True

Lying in a field of snow. Making angels for you. Realising the snowflakes were all the same, you turned your head toward the sun. It was throwing an orange haze over the sky that burned with such blue brilliance. You feel the cold steel of the gun in your hand. He lies motionless. But you're just emotionless. If you're going, you're taking everyone with you. The crimson snow frames the body swimming in immortal sleep. He always liked dreams. You whispered to the wind. You just wished it were true. That he was like you. Perfect and flawless. Grotesque and inapt. You raised the gun to the sky and shot heaven down. The pearly gates swung so meaninglessly. The roof of clouds collapsed in upon itself. It reminded you of when he said that stars were such an oxymoron. And you smiled, and hated him. You press your face into the snow. And close your eyes. Wishing. The Fantasy was so much more real. Because then you could feel. And now you're numb You're dying alive. Bleeding speech. You write your last poem. In his blood, in the snow. Knowing it will disappear. You die. Deaths clutches are so much sweeter then you remembered. Dying is always easier, the next time around. x