Sunday, December 14, 2008

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.


Monday, November 24, 2008

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.

Caught

to kiss the cheek
so pale and cold,
the lover's snack
of lip and tongue,
fingers trail the
pallid neck and
rest upon the
frozen breast.
press the ear...
listen well...
in time her
deadened heart
will tell your
secrets, and of
course the lies
you thought were
buried with her
demise.
now they wait,
the cloak of truth
surrounds like day,
what can you do?
all witnesses to fan
and flame,
but she is here,
and you're to blame.


Euphoria

do you
dance in the
shallows and
lie when you're
done?
then spit out
the pieces of
bone and blood?
lean back now,
the brain needs
a rest,
this drink that
i offer has
a soothing effect.
a sting to your
lips,
sink into
sound,
blue eyes will
open
when no one's
around...