Confession

Abusive use of niceties
"In the name of love!"
crafted carefully, fitted
to the shape of my heart.
They fortify, they guard
like an iron maiden keeps
its victim close enough
to restore warmth where there is no life.

You're well read. Words tumble
out of you, a fountain's spirit
magically flowing, circulating
forevermore.
Do you realize?

I cannot drink water you so carelessly spill
onto my dry tongue.
Will you, in your happiness,
watch me drown?



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Don't Mess with Elevator Buttons

From the inside out
I'll eviscerate your flesh
and tear your heart
to shreds
I'll watch you fucking bleed

My mouth grew tired of your shit
now I spit in your face,
avenge myself for what you have become.
You recreant, you phony, you whore.
We were meant for so much more.

From the inside out
I'll eviscerate your flesh
and tear your heart
to shreds
I'll watch you fucking plead
for mercy

For so long we went all wrong.
Sorry my dear, I should have known
that you're nothing but a sellout.
You had me proud and loud,
well listen, remember those secrets?
Remember the times you cried in my arms,
for I will make them known

I'll unleash your fears, the plagues and torment
To leave you in tears
To leave you in tears

It appears to me that
we're done
we're done.
So save your shameful screams
for someone who seems to care
for this worthless affair that is
your meaningless existence.

From the inside out
I'll clean up this fucking mess
and tear your heart
to shreds
I'll watch you fucking shriek
for death.

From the inside out
I'll eviscerate your flesh
and tear your heart
to shreds
I'll watch you fucking shriek
I'll watch you fucking bleed
I'll watch you fucking plead
for mercy.



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To Trust a Man's Word

Soft breaths draw daggers through my neck
over and over again.
My hands have tired scars, exhausted by trying
to protect what is left. Long slices of leathery, dead skin.

My mouth has long gone silent, it does not need to
prove your breathing self wrong.
Not anymore.

Resistances shattered, Mom's expensive dishes
broken on teeth below my feet.
Where I walk, I feel bitten
by causes long forgotten, whose rebels moved on
stashed their weapons away.

Only you remain.
Why do you do this to me?

But I'll stay and sacrifice it all, take
all torture
like the man I promised I'd be.

An Acid Called Routine

I regurgitate beliefs pounded
into my mind like ruthless assassins who murder
with their hands.
I cannot make sense
of what leaves my mouth, leaves
my tongue wondering
whether its task is complete.
I forgot long ago.
Their hands destroyed marvelously
pieces of wit
whose presence will never be missed
because I don't remember.



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Despair at its Finest

Embracing whispers, the
super sinister sound of your eyes, beautiful
wooden shoulders measured
in age by numbers of colors.
Our feet cracking the plastic
undergrowth of forests bigger than elders
all firstborns, all sons
of all their fathers
not here to mend us.
We don't stand a chance.



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Make A Move

When storms have settled, birds quieted down
we'll take children and children's children out
to where it happened.
A place whose whereabouts are only revealed
by whispers of quiet light.
Light whose sole purpose is that of
destroying, burning and shattering it all
to pieces
until nothing is left
of what worries minds of strategists
in this war we call life.

We'll take them, show them, love them
to no end, so their hearts are satisfied
with what no hunger can consume
on behalf of malnourished limbs.

All of this I wish for, when
surrounded by masters of chess, screaming in my ear.

Ordering my hand to move
where it does not belong.



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