The pain I feel is palpable in strength and ferocity. Its anger ripping through my flesh in fits of injustice and fear. Large gashes decorate my entirety, the blood pooling at my feet in some sticky display of pain and longing. My soles adhere to the surface, glued by gallons of torment until I forget how to move. Trapped within a prison of my own mind I starve and hallucinate that it will all be fine. Months without clippers I lash out at spectators with nails of diamond and steel wanting to see their blood dance across the ground as mine. Falling to the ground from exhaustion and loss blood quickly fills my mouth dripping from my eyes and nostrils until it is all I taste and feel. Heart wrenching sobs fill the silence.
I am damaged.
Crimson drops splatter across the ground as some goth band’s morbid drum beat pooling beneath my cheek until it is too sticky to speak. Only one constant remains as endless feet tread past.
The pain. Palpable to touch and too intense to feign. It fills my days and haunts my nights until I cannot even sleep. The pain of knowing my love does not want me anymore. And the unbearable pain from knowing I respect and love myself too much to ever want her back. Glued in place but not in time. Cursed to watch her life progress while struggling through mine.
Built in thoughts of immortality
Left to bake beneath moon and sun
Even statues must crumble in reality
Fading to dust when it is said and done.
Something once eternal, indestructible and strong
Now gliding on the wind with no song
Farewells must be spoken quickly if able
And let all wounds heal when able.
Love can be for now or forever,
Heart’s can promise always or never.
But these lips only know this,
True feelings always show in a kiss.
Lips trembling to speak and tongue dancing betwixt sharper teeth, dreaming of loving utterances caught adrift by one lover’s anxious ear.
Dreams are a curious thing.
So abstract and tumultuous as heaven or hell.
Yet, so joyous as to make us sing,
And so staggering as to make us yell.
Frightfully forgotten betwixt life and love. Painstakingly clinging to naive hopes for an above.
Damaged skulls wandering around
Bouncing atop pavements with gruesome sound.
Squealing, squelching, burning forms
Whistles and sirens resounding hour late.
Survivors few, lives long gone
Singing the sinner’s mournful song.
Life given upon silvered trays
Gifts most often thoughtlessly betrayed.
Recognize presents displayed through air
Live life with more than a whimsical care.
Pulsing, beating, thumping through.
Rising triumphantly by one pull.
Filling, fulfilling each trodden nerve
Rushing violently around every curve.
Cooling calmly as tidal waves arrive
All misconceptions quickly thrive.