Your face is melting
I can literally see your skull
I used to really like you
But now you can go to hell
Your fingers are breaking
The bones are slipping out
I used to think you were pretty
But now I'm beginning to doubt
You think that princesses
Rule from thrones of gold
With diamond rings and bracelets
And an heart so icy cold
You haven't been in power
You've just lusted after fame
Possessed by evil demons
Both they and you the same
Your feet are pierced by nails
You hang upon a cross
Your hair drags through the mud
Your eyes gush tears of loss
Is this really what you wanted
To fall right from the top
To waste your skills on paupers
And live to get fucked up?
I think it was raining Or just wind in our face It was a matter of chance For us to meet in one place I asked for a light Knew you hated the smell You carried it though “You’ll die soon you know” “I know too well” I said With effortless grace Wind still in my face Hair covered my eyes It even got in my teeth “Wow the wind is a tease” Anyhow As I fix up my brow And I take out my Bensons Put the gun through my teeth I’m a different person I’m cool Now I’d fire the bullet With the fire you gave me White old classic BIC Most likely your brother’s But the wind is a bother I struggles against it Flicker again and again Like a fool You don’t play by the rules Curious now I’m awaiting assent Catch a breath as you said “It’s probably empty Here let me try” It’s like your lips on mine The killer was now The messenger dove You didn’t succeed “Here keep it” I thought nothing of it In fact you just gave me A useless instrument Nonchalant We departed I find the lighter somewhere in my drawers In shelter the wind is no longer blowing I give a quick shake to the half empty flask Or half full? Is there even a point to ask? I sparked it, watched the small glowing fire Got suddenly hit by an urge, a desire To burn every bit of myself, all and whole My hair my lips, my eyes and my fingers So that I can inhale again As not a sense of you lingers
The blood dripped down the cathedral spire
An image of childish lust, or imagination
Hurting the senses as they tried to stray
But the sanguinary image lingers on until today
The blood has made it's course down to my feet
Infected every paper cut. Malignant virus
erupt like Vesuvius in my veins, fuse to my thoughts
My innocence, ignorance, blooms out to nought
Grew older loving tenderness and love itself
Falling into it, shattering, crawling slowly to a stand
Wishing I was lying on a church steeple
Screaming and crying - a spectacle for the sad people
But never did I grow much more than that
Still making pictures of burning 'planes and 'scrapers
Told myself how I was therapy like laudanum
Soothing pains, relaxing restless minds for all of them
Escape, escape, I told myself, away from guilt
Run far away towards another land
But circumstances remained against the favour
My childish mind dissect by Brutus' Sabre
And when her wisdom last on me bestowed
Minerva, in her mysterious way would leave
me lying prostrate, vuln'rable before the god of time
Her lone oblation: knowledge I'd be ruined