Are you worth the rope used to hang you? Does the stain left by your passing eclipse the mark you have left in this world? Who cries for you? And do they mean it? Are you worth the salt in their tears?
011213 1926
I want to punch you in the face until your mouth stops making that talking sound. Until there is nothing but gristle and bone left. It’s not elegant, I know. But you are not worth erudite words nor elegant actions.
072112 0147
Loving you was so hard
walking on concrete for days
with the sun beating down
burning away all my shadows
but my love for you pours out of me
like water through a sieve
pours out like salt from the skin
leaving me blessedly empty
letting all my shadows fly back in
making me whole again
070812 0614
Once your heart rested
In the hollows of my bones
But now my bones are dry
And crumble into dust
070312 0932
It used to be fun.
laughing in the warm glow of the setting sun.
your arms around my shoulders and
the blackness of your lashes heavy on my lips.
but now only the disdain of your cooled ardour remains;
scratching, mindlessly, at the hollows beneath my cheeks.
even the shadow of your fingertips repulses me.
even the turgid brush of your gaze.
now I wish you would disappear, like the setting sun.
but you rise again every morning, like that blighted star,
and only hate lays heavy on my lips now
061512 1049
i want to debaseyou
erase you
wrap my hands around your throat
i want to waste you
destroy you
and if you bleed real slow
i’ll love it so
i’m so excited
i just can’t hide it
i’m about to loose control
and i think i like it
042912 0340
I had forgotten.
After such a long winter;
After such a calm spring
I had forgotten.
Now the first threads of summer
Weave their hot, sticky fingers
Through my hair grown black
like a raven’s wing.
I had forgotten.
The heaviness of my serpent teeth;
The depth of my dark desire.
I had forgotten.
Night jasmine blooms
And scents the turpid air.
Just as my despair blooms,
And stains the breathe I draw
With whichto call your name.
I had forgotten.
After such a long slumber;
After such sweet dreams.
I had forgotten.
How much I hate you.
How much I hate.
020912 0149
If I could kill you I would kill you slowly. Savoring the moment. Grinning my Cheshire grin as you breathe your last breath.
If I could kill you I would kill you quickly. My breath hard and fast. As the look of surprise on your face turned waxy and pale.
If I could kill you… if only I could kill you.
010912 0310
dToday, at the hardware store I searched longingly for the right hammer. Not too heavy. Not too large. Just the right heft. Just the right balance. Even the color is important. If I am going to bash your head in with it, i should take care I don’t hurt myself. And that I look good doing it.
010512 0636
The holidays passed and you’re still here. Breathing my air. Next year I’ll have to to double the amount of strychnine I put in your eggnog.
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