Sunday, July 30, 2017

in loving memory of...

these haunting thoughts
always here as the night comes
creeping up on my cradle of crematory remains
where in a quiescent silence nothingness plays
the piano underneath a halo of sorrow
flooded with the starlit sky's indigo 

imprisoned within deplorable desolation
yearning for an escape of this sensation
I attempt to take a step outside the wall of lies
the frantic chit chat and some courtesy hi's
but his beguiling tunes lure me back
into being a worthless wreck

just a stare into his woeful eyes
and I flirt with my dreadful demise
overcome, suffocated by pristine recklessness 
as he hits the notes of an infinite universe
I picture him holding my hand tight
and maybe i'll have sweet dreams tonight

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

You're mine

your golden locks of hair tickling my nostrils
just imagine how hysterical that feels
your perfectly carved deep-set green eyes
glisten while staring at me at nights
that alluring frozen grin on your lips
my boost to heaven as I watch you strip

I know you crave to break free
feel the thrill of a killing spree
leave your wooden box behind
a dumb dream that makes you blind

but let me tell you something
you're nothing
strings hold your hands,
marionette

pull yourself together, the show begins in three
act, everything's perfect, you see,
the public loves your fabulous fake life
no one knows about that hidden knife
under the pillow that holds your synthetic tears
and the puzzlement of a world full of foolish fears

I know you wish to have a purpose
different from making others envy us
be engulfed by the searing pain
of the putrefied air you breathe in

come, let me show you something
you're nothing
but an empty silhouette,
marionette

your golden locks of hair ruffled by the ocean breeze
held spellbound, so tranquil, yet you're ill at ease
let me fix that for you, please
I will make you wheeze
till you cease
to believe you can get up off your knees

I know you're bleeding out
labeled, too weak to shout
with every second that goes by
you become less like you, my butterfly

let me remind you something
you're nothing
so fasten your tourniquet
you're mine
marionette

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Wanna play?

Tell me
Have you seen the spiderwebs that garnish the air in my room
The black widows dance in the light of the moon
Have you heard my cobras slither under my bed
A bottle of red wine whisper to my dagger on the nightstand
Tell me love
Have I scared you away
Or do you still wanna play
Tell me
Have you smelled the scent of the dead red roses blooming on my window sill
The picture of innocence lost among many a pill
Tell me
Have you touched the desolate desire on my scorching skin
The darkness of the apocalyptic abyss that resides within
Tell me love
Have I scared you away
Or do you still wanna play
Tell me
Have you felt the limbs of my madness crawl inside your core
The silky sheets tighten around your throat
Have you inhaled the velvet venom of my rouge lips
The disruptive emotions circling around my hips
Tell me love
Have I scared you away
Or do you still wanna play
Tell me
Have you caressed the decrepit illusions sheltered in my heart 
The naive dreams of an angel falling apart
Have you captured the leaden essence of my existence
The grim reality of my fading fluid evanescence
Tell me
Have you grasped my wish to slay
Tell me love
Have I scared you away