Night time disease

Nightime forever;
unsowable seeds of laughter
dry as the cracked earth of yesterday.
These bleeding fractures
burning her bones,
sinking its teeth into her soul;
ravaging her flesh
like a wolf of emotional desperation.

Swallow what they feed you child
choke down these filthy medical bandaids,
cover it up...
quiet now
do not speak of this again.
Do not open your mouth to scream,
sever the tongue of your diseased words
and butcher them to dust.

Nothing can save her from herself...

Eyes of eternity;
tears of this barren ache
etched
scratched into the iris of this demon.
What you see you cannot own
must not keep to pet and love;
must not take home to Mama...

Cemetary of darkfall,
gravestones of what she once owned;
touched.
Nothing more than the rancid ghosts of her heart,
the disembodied moments of sweet insanity
so pure upon the sheets of her mind...

Gentle whispered winds of intoxication
baby tear drops
glistening alive beneath the roving moon,
alive in nostalgic albums
burning like an abandoned funeral pyre...

Infinite hyways
drowned in the night time spaces of her mind.
Walking
searching,
delirious with an after life of calming quiet.
Bitumen roads cold with winter
a still fog of forgotten memories,
her fever growing
and these hands seeking warmth;
seeking human connection...

TOUCH ME

Lay me down cruel life
upon the garve of your own choosing;
lay me here
naked
for the world to see.
Whip this existence from my veins
and scar me with a new day.
Rip these worthless bandaids from my throat;
my skin raw to this new born air
my skin stinging with glitter gold hope.

And if you cannot whip it away?
Close my fluttering eyelids and kiss me gently good-night.

And they whispered...
nothing can save her from herself.

And they screamed...
NOTHING CAN SAVE HER FROM HERSELF