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Gone
18:45 Aug 29 2013
Times Read: 331




There is no mercy here



time passes through me, a guillotine blade turning to mist the instant it hits my neck



it holds no effect, no meaning, no change



only more intangible razors



disappointment



Obsidian in my chest



where there was once emeralds, opals, and even garnets, a deeper crimson than the blood of a jugular



all broken, abandoned, stolen, gone



that last word ringing through my head, rotting me from spine to scalp



I refuse to say it, that word made up of echoing emptiness and knives



surely it would slice my throat into nothing



but of course, I wont speak either way

Hissing at butterflies
20:32 Aug 21 2013
Times Read: 341

I open my mouth to let the butterflies in, bearing their atrocity just long enough to feel something



I spit the moths out, overjoyed at what beautiful creatures they have become



I close my eyes. my lids are made of steel, while others are made up of honey and smoke



in their reflection I see my world; humanity, transformation, peace, awakening



the cold brutality of the metal has left my eyes forever frozen on one thing; the truth



but my ears are filled with lies, some spilling out, some sinking into my brain



I inhale traces of this "reality" to chase them away



I sneeze and dreams leak out of my eyes, numbing my cheeks



I wipe them away, paralyzing my fingers



im alive now...too alive

In reality
20:31 Aug 21 2013
Times Read: 342

In reality, there is no difference between a starving heart and a satisfied mind



in reality, we live for nothing but the screaming in our chests; you exist! you exist! you

exist!



in reality, our minds are softer than air, until hardened to steel, which is used to cut through the dreams that we refuse to have



no one ever said we had to stay here



that is why there is beauty



that is why there are choices



that is why there remains here



that is why reality doesn't exist

I mean something
19:57 Aug 04 2013
Times Read: 369

I mean something

to someone

somewhere

I am not disposable

I am not your toy

I am not your problem



I am trembling hands painting an ethereal masterpiece with the abandoned blood of my heart



I am the paralyzing silence that follows the words "I love you" and the and the aching euphoria when the words are returned



I am the last sob that you allow yourself before you pull yourself together



my name is unimportant, what you call me is irrelevant, I am a force, I am a beautiful, disgusting, gentle, destructive, benevolent, angry, hopeful, cynical, wise, incontinent, lovely, piece of humanity



The pain that I am stricken with, I will always transmute into a thing of horrific beauty



keep it up, and let the gods be in awe of my next creation