Frail

She was a beautiful girl
Fragil, yet strong on the surface
Frail, yet beautifully broken
Sometimes she swollowed those pills to forget,
But the always made her remember...

Under the Gun

Her eyes told a story that not a single soul knew...
But the bits and the pieces remained askew,
Amongst a few.
The curtains had closed, and the audience aplaus
Echoed through the theatre, she knew them all.
Each single one.
Convinced, they clapped, and cheered as she screamed
Inside of her head, she was merely a fiend.
Some would say better off dead.
She opened the curtains for one final bow,
Their cheers and their banter stroked her ego-
While she raised her brow.
In curiosity of what may happen next,
What would her next story be? And would it be the best one of her future legacy?
She deemed them insane, while she was the one
Who was mentally unstable
And under the Gun.

Again

Have you ever wondered where the evil inside us
Derives from?
We all have it,
But we chose to suppress the demonic force.
She is so enticing, so alluring, and once she grips you
Goodluck breathing.
Her grip is so tight that you see stars, and
Swirls
Of
Color.


She is beautiful and makes you feel at home, yet
she tortures you with your own actions.
You pull and push until you break.
Until they break.

When they break, when you break
She is convincing.
They are at fault,
and she makes you
Make them
Believe it.

Calling out your name
Undeniable lust
Nothing to say
To those you've scarred.


Her grip, it loosens, but she still has you on a tight leash.
You gasp for air, and smirk
She whispers to you, "Let's do it again..."

She Is.

Joy is in my words, in my heart
You live on.
Joy rushes through my veins, pure blissful waterfalls.
Suffocating in a summer breeze, your love enriches me.
The sunshine pushes her way through the hydrated clouds.
Their water pure, yet distorting vision
We drink her,
I drink her in.

She is swayed by the seasons,
For no reason at all.
Her story is perfectly imperfect.
She taunts reality, with her dreams,
For they are her truth.
She spits in the face of doubt.

When you drink her in, your mind gets fuzzy,
When you taste her skin,
You lose track of time.
When you catch her gaze- your words dissapear,
She is beautifully
Mentally
Unstable.

She is dressed in satin,
Yet made of fire
Her eyes scream crystal beauty-
Of the deepest seas.
Her skin tastes sweet, yet
Intoxicating you to the point of no return
You take it in, she is
Dancing.
Sweet sin, she is yours.

Sculpt

I am so close to warmth
Once again
Eternal Warmth
in your
Arms.

You are so close,
Yet millions of miles away
Your voice like an echo in an empty room,
yet filling the room
Max capacity.

My heart is yours- my body is warm, at the thought of your touch.
I reach for a sugar coated smile,
But once you return it will be engraved in me.
Chiseled like a sculpture sculpts his masterpiece.

Make me your art,
Mold me with your hands,
Inflict fire on me to twist me in ways you please.
Let your fingers guide my body,
Into pure ecstasy .

Pendulum

You.
You are a demon in the night,
intruding in on my sanity.
I blame you for the insomnia, when in reality
I have myself to blame.
For sucking you in, chewing you up
Spitting you out...

You haunt and taunt me,
But it's bittersweet.
I enjoy the pain,
Salt on an open wound, but you leave me craving
More
of you.
More of
Insane, restless, nights.

You pierce my soul with whimsical words,
Laughter claiming heart, when I'm sure it's the laughter of a monster I've created.
You peal back my layers,
and notice that they're fragile.
So you pull back your pendulum and
Swing.

Sweat Inspired Tears.

Inspire.
Your sex inspired me
Your tears inspired me
My blood inspires me.
The smell of our sweat inspired me,
How lost I became inspired me.
You inspired me.

Writing brought me back,
To the first time,
The mind.

It's incredible
The details a mind remembers,
Of
Lust.
Of sex.
Of sweet, summer, sweat.

Your tears, the sex, more tears,
Our sweat.