mute pretty birds
mostly spoken words,
break out the idealistic
living blind i am
shaded malicious intent
suffered blame, you're my ambition
crack open my chest and squeeze my heart to life,
breathe a part of you into my lungs
real as the purple couch that eats my pillow
behind closed doors you are a self proclaimed disease.

Choking on your water,
asphyxiated by your air
you are my own creation
minds growing greed for a need
lies to motivated sighs
I'll fall again. Alone
I'll crawl through the mud. Alone
I'll get up. Alone

it gets heavier,
harder to breathe as it expands,
lungs stretched to its limits,
my eyes grow wide,
mouth hanging...
mortified, my chest explodes,
every night it rips its self open
gaping hole bleeds me to sleep.
my attratction to the dark
pseudo warmth in its empty
i walk in it, fall through it. sleep in it,
wake up to it. i ingest it, breathe it in
and feel it flow through my veins
your screams wont be heard here,
you'll run frantically to touch another soul
but all that will embrace you is the dark
beneath you, above, to the sides..of you
theres nothing to stand, touch or lean on

This cold rage..
it boils under the skin...melting away the masks
I'll soon see the new and old..the hidden and the shown
locked in the absence,
the trees bleed as the clouds dry
'..forgive no one just yet '
forever in suffocation...
enough to choke on but not to kill me.


~
' i wish i could eat your cancer '