It’s all just games we play.

Stupid cards dealt from the bottom of the deck

Chrome-plated novelty pieces, tossed

into a cardboard box

Forgotten

until another lonely night

filled with unanswered, unasked questions

Something to break the silence

Instead of the broken words

that dangle in the air

wanting to cut us open.

I can't see daylight from where I stand
Though I can stand.

A choice, to face up and crawl toward light
and day.

The one I should probably make.

Or turn and leap into the abyss
Fall, turning, tumbling on air.

The darkness I know...

Or the light that burns?

Cut me open, let me bleed
Let me stain you with my sin
As a thought was once a seed
Thus your journey begins

Burn for me, Bleed for me
Live for me, Die for me
Laugh for me, Cry for me
Because I want you to.

Fire burn and fire freeze ( Read more... )

Ya know, I think I might start cutting all my writing pieces...

The water falls onto my skin like white hot needles and I turn the heat higher
I don't feel clean, I don't feel new
I feel old and worn and stretched to far...
And I scour away my skin
Watch myself start to bleed
A thousand tiny scratches
And the water burns, flesh turned red
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I've been having disturbing dreams lately.  So we go to my default thing when I'm not quite sure what to do or what to figure out or, well, whatever ( Read more... )

Standing on my own again.
Two feet on the ground
Reaching towards the heavens

Walking again.
Taking my first steps
Toward the light
Toward the shadow
Duality in everything.

Difficult to get back up.
To try again.
To want again.
To be again.

Worth it
To be dreaming again.

I spiral down ( Read more... )

I was once given a key
To open up a gate
Beyond the gate a garden
Beyond the garden a stream
Across the stream a glen
And in the glen...
All that I was made clear

And I saw paradise.

I just wanted you to know
That I never liked
That grape flavor cough syrup
You made me take as a child