The Truth and Other Lies

Saintly

Am I?

Couldn’t be

Riding on the back

Of self sympathy

Deadly

Are you?

Shouldn’t be

Floating on the air waves

Of devils of me

Reverse Psychology

I hate the empty pit

the shackles

and the dancers

I hate the dust

the misery

the smiles

and the laughter

I hate it when you’re

above me

and I’m always looking up

I hate the pointless details

the fighting

when I’m stuck

You’re a demon I hold onto

when I say my heart is on the mend

But nothing stops its bleeding

and its a message that I send

to my closest friend

She holds the melting candle

but I still feel the burn

Nothing stops me from drowning

when I’ve decided which way to turn

and it’s always my turn

I question my own intentions

but am def to what I see

and I continue to question

the mark you’ve left on me

Is it an omen?

A drug?

Or a gift?

I crawled into a tunnel

where I sat, gazing upon it

Carry me to the brightest end

and I’ll always point toward the other

But lead me to darkness and I’ll fight

for my ceasing lover

Fresh Hell

What fresh hell

spreading its infectious

tumors

into organs without

a name

What fresh hell

squeezing the holder

drilling into

sweetness

exposing all the

veins

This isn’t like the

other times

times of

understanding

and forgiveness

This is like the

knife

that carved out that

willingness

Now he’s hiding like

a child

hands over head

And his own children

are silently crying

surrendering to

their beds

the ones that

she

made

that now

they

have to lay in

The Catalyst

He sets fire

To my fields

My fields

Of flowers

Mine

For the giving

He made it

His

For the taking

And I fucking hate him for it

I’d wish he’d burn

If it would return life

To my flowers

But you can’t

Reverse

A chemical

Reaction

Not in any way

That matters

I Hope

I hope she has you falling in love

I hope she’s everything you need

I hope her kisses send you shivers of joy

I hope you feel you need her to breathe

I hope her hands are soft and warm

And she always knows just what to say

Every time you’re feeling sad and blue

I hope she takes that away

I hope your mother loves her

I hope she makes promises she remembers

I hope she makes you feel special

I hope she’s your constant forever

And I hope that you talk of marriage

Of family

Of a home

And I hope she swears she’d follow you anywhere

So you’ll never be alone

But most of all, I hope you trust her

I hope you can’t see a future without

And I hope the look in her eyes leaves you swooning

So you never have a doubt

Now, hunny, here’s the good part

I hope she then crushes you to the bone

I hope she leaves you with nothing

But the pain of being alone

Only then will you have the slightest idea

Of what you put me through

The day that you betrayed me

And the days that followed the end of me and you

When your time does come

I hope you hate yourself for shame

I hope you want nothing more than to hurt yourself

I hope you’re crying out my name

And I hope all the time you see her smiling

While she’s wrapped up with another man

And then someday, I hope you know you’re lucky

Just as I’ve realized I am

Can You Feel The Fever?

Reaching in the corners of your mind

I’m blind!

I’m blind!

Call out to human kind

They won’t ask questions

They won’t speak a word

They don’t care about your motives

Although this is what you heard…

“We are the protectors

The givers

The takers

We honor what was here

With bullets from fakers

The rest we send away

Eyes blinded

Mouths shut

We are relentless and unforgiving

We never say enough”

Bravo, bravo

You know you got it right

When everyone is nodding

When you feel their egos take flight

Blinded, blinded

Unseeing and unwound

Nothing can hold us down

Nothing can stop us now

Poster Girl

Use her

She dresses like a whore

Abuse her

That’s what she’s asking for

Nothing is sacred

Not the subtle curve of her wrists

Not the blue of her eyes

Or the freckle above her lip

Who would care

That she can play the piano?

Who gives a damn?

It’s all casted in shadow

Because she’s got the type of body

That’s useful for certain favours

And the boys, they get bored

And then it’s hot to enslave her

Tuck a little money in her pocket

That makes it justified

Do you kiss your daddy with those lips?

That’s real cute sweetie pie 

Hatred’s Choke Hold

Anger rising

Terror finding

A way to make its choke hold

Ever lasting

No one’s asking

This story’s getting so old

Still, the hate resides

Increasingly biding its time

A beast in the closet

A tongue spitting nonsense

Its power has yet to be

My worst enemy