Dancing on broken glass as feet bleed out all sin from photos once loved.
I dreamt of you in a red dress.
The kind you dream of after a night of cheap wine and xanax.
Bodies twisted like the scene of an airplane wreckage.
Convulsing to past jukebox hits and left over vodka bought from a wolf in human clothing.
The evening may end, the venom never spoils, but it all fell together, violently on the floor.
Hacked off all my toes for you, we tore off all your nails, kissed you on the lips, your legs they felt of scales.
You’re swallowing me my princess.
In a void of lies and hope.
For I shall never speak.
Of the metallic lust under your sheets beyond the flares of sun.
Rays of light shine on this love, isolated never more, these thoughts of mine are killing me.
These thoughts of me and you, from waiting in a car.
Not yet ready for myself to face you.
Chainsaw me from inside.
My insides bleed from thoughts of your hands, and tonight will be my last.
This love of rustic cemetery skies.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
This was all for you.
This bullet taste sour.
The rainy storm door rusted shut memories of dreams lost. How many footsteps of strangers have ventured down this road? A thousand or maybe even a million but who is counting, All that matters is the dreams left behind of dead autumn skies and worthless words that once meant the world to deaf ears. The concrete stairs send a draft up my loosened pant leg. The vicodin does little to easy this mental anguish aside from constant confusion. Head in lap, using my broken pencil point to jab little holes into the hands you once loved more than our trips to the ocean. The way the waves seemed to call your name, dead beaches, storm battered dunes, and now the emptiness where my humanity once again lays dormant.
All I ever wanted was your hand in mine never for us to fall so hard toward our self destruction through our love and veins. With each taste of the bottle, with ever pill we are venturing further from the life we once loved. Who knew addiction came in the form of a broken heart? Or even the struggle to keep all you ever wanted from falling into harms way. This is your life, this is our time. Remember the way the skyline spelt your name, or the wind called your name as it blew your hair. The skeletal plans of our happiness are not fallen dreams but our last chance to make amends to ourselves and our own wasted self pity now drifting through this alley and into oblivion. No pity for our actions, no remorse for failure, our lives were beautiful, now soaked with decay.
These visions are blinding, the sun vanquishes this night. The street lights glow and flicker, the moon is now full. The streets reek of exhaust, and my burning for you. Place your fingers, upon my arms, feel the wounds of my personal hell, and hear me cry. One more touch of faith, I swear by this last mistake, I’ll hold you forever. We’ll feel nothing then die. Opiate dreams of numb love, the suffering of loss, head in my hand, my lips on your scars. Nothing shall hurt us, under these city stars. So we’ll throw down some brown water, and swallow our fears. We’ll never be empty, and drown in our tears. This blood on the floor, this bloods not my own. We lay in the darkness your heart is my home eyes open and not alone but with you by my side. We’ll start this day over, reach our own triumphs, and reach for our goals. I’d miss you forever, The stereo grows cold, the static of dead air. My only real friend, just self medication,and the decay of you. We’ll make it together, this silence will pass. Just put down the bottle, we’ll eat up this glass. This bloodlust of sorrow, this empty large smile. I’ll be here forever, lets destroy the sky. So empty and hollow,this day is ours. Here is to the hope of better days and sleepless nights side by side,complete and less empty our tragedy subsides. No more wasted sorrow, no more lonely nights, I’ll be here for you,through the judgment of the gods of our fathers I’ll be here for you.
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