The Brand You've Etched Into Your Back

(Red Lips) Bled Onto Your Cheek,
I wish my words could bring a shiver upon you..
and pierce your imagination till never.
Brand you, Mark You..
as my own

...

Roses.. melted into shades
of self doubt and rising suns.

Roses.. to brighten up the burnt out
stars that build cities in your face.
Ash, so perfectly placed..
and now you resemble a saint.

..Roses..

the beautiful shame I
never wanted to find myself writing about today

Flowers.. to rise up from
the heroin soil and wink out of spite.
Now you know, you were always so beautiful..
far too beautiful,
and I cannot keep you from seeing that
..anymore..

Flowers.. life-like webs of
foolish desires and
the clutching hands that
hold on to N O T H I N G

the Ignorance lies in the fact that I was never
blind,
and I always knew it would come to this.

.S A Y.

your wicked laugh
and twisted memoirs
of bones scattered
throughout the ruins
of your bittersweet soul

.Y O U.

drop me as
blue-powdered
spines,
like the edges of
children's tongues as
they place their thought
on rhymes and tales of
princesses rotting
and princes helpless

.W I L L.

Roses, like intentional victims
that leap out of
self-inflicted wounds..
Longing for something more,
but born of something less..

Sunshine, Love Lies
..

Rub the black from your eyes ,
and with that discover
that you have rubbed me away
and I will not be back..
Let it fill your life,
I hope you're consumed.
Oh say, You'll Say

.S T A Y.