mechanical girl

drill another hole,
she doesn't feel a
thing,
created from cans
and plastic.
nothing real can
live around you,
breathing death...
drill another hole,
she's yours to
destroy,
brain fashioned from
radio wire,
she'll sing through
aluminum lips.

the cafe

it was a moment...
blood dripped from
his finger
into my coffee,
a crimson swirl.
i drank it,
he walked away.

creepy, beautiful

eyes wide,
stare blank,
lips full,
plum taste,
arms lean,
wrap tight,
legs strong,
don't fight,
taken in,
bled dry,
walk away,
won't cry.

gash

cast a spell,
no more they
tell,
you're reaping
all you've
sown.
what if,
they ask,
complete the
task,
dig deep, down
into bone.
repair the wound,
it can be done,
a scar that begs
a visit.
twist the twine,
it's over now,
you ask yourself
or is it?

Sanity Optional

six p.m. ,
knock on the door,
Panic answers,
Depression's whore.
"Please, come in",
her smile is a twist,
Insanity's there,
he's clenching
his fist.
Anxiety grabs,
pins to the rug,
when Panic swoops
in, "Where is your
drug?" Her voice
chalkboard screeching,
Depression starts
reaching, around to
the back of the mind
he starts leeching,
all that you are
or ever will be
pours out in a
puddle of drool at
their feet.
one thing you'll
realize as you
descend, you had
the option not to
go in.

The Death of Emily

she turned her face
toward the wall,
death sat upon her
bed,
a cold hand on her
shoulder,
pale lips pressed to
her head,
a silver ring he
carried,
her slender finger
placed,
their breathing
intermingled,
her life on earth
erased,
absorbed into the
silence,
her voice she left
behind,
inked on scraps of
paper,
still echoing through
time.

Good Charlotte

good Charlotte,
read to me tonight,
beside the glow of
candlelight.
sit with me and
cause me dreams
of places not been
nor ever seen.
lay beside me and
hold me there,
with a web of words
a villains stare.
the cold night wind
is like a drug, a
blanket that i cannot
shrug, tightens as
i'm lulled to sleep,
there,
candy is all mine
to keep.
until i hear your
soft voice cry
the end of story,
to bed i fly,
through hazy eyes
unconscious look,
i barely see you
close the book
and lean toward
the candle flame,
a silent breath,
you whisper my
name.
i don't recall the
creaking door or
worn heels on the
wooden floor,
you led me to the
faraway,
i will return by
break of day.