a letter interred

the world in your eyes is a warm parasite

when you open your eyes you hope the damage is disguised

condense your problems and internalize

can you open a promise have you broken your lies


your words are a weapon that you keep concealed

your heart is kept closed until the damage is healed

and when you break over the simplest mistake


how much silence and violence will it take

until you close your fucking eyes and beat yourself awake



the shining skull behind my eyelids grins in bitter laughter blowing smoke in all directions while the silence gets much louder
the letter said i should be dead by this time yesterday it's a way i say i'm sorry for being a minor complication would you let me fade away



a rose or two from the KOR





wilted



dying


soon to be released

i've named every one of its petals a chance






rose gardens

oceans of desire


patterned failures like lace intricately intertwined and designed to kill me



effortlessly



covered in breathless the young and the restless die fast and easy

a dime a dozen and i am one of them

cracked


broken the ghost has spoken and the choking silence has chosen me to keep it intact under lock and key within the three

the bastard children such as we have no place but none is free


once together displaced at the start







with all our un-requited love








the departed