Anamnesis

eyes fluttered like wedding veils
lungs locked up reaching for air
i got the weather in my veins
and trapped love on broken cells
sullen bride torn from her heart
long distance with the afterlife
a prince crowned with shark eyes
future focused on another life

tell me why
 
breathing in the chalk lines
tasting bitter in every breath
crystal heights are a part of me
falling asleep but never dreaming
slipping into a memory
so long ago
and they're better off without you

nothing goes right so i went left
threw caution to the wind
found our childhood vows engraved
hide the passion for later
but don't forget the date
tell me how one that's so blessed
always feels this empty and vexed?

the alchemist

this lingering ghost of a sentiment is going to be the death of me. i'm a peon to circumstance and chance and they'll have their way. leading my hand into the gallows, i stand tall and proud of something that i built and helped set down. because you and i were just a faded memory sketched on the moon with initials dictating the love that would clear so soon. we're the tides of the rise inside an imploding heart begging for mercy. stuck in a bubble of a world that's not so kind. we're all going to die starting with me. let me be a martyr instead of a victim and lets rebel against conformity. they said that we're free once we've lost it all but they haven't realized that once alone you're left with your thoughts. they're vicious and corroding and poisonous to the touch. i'm the only thing that stands in my way and i'm winning today. does that make winning losing or does it even matter anyway? nothing is ever tangible or important because it's a matter timing in the end. we're all puzzle pieces being forced and molded like we're clay. we're the shadows of the concrete of a drifting ambulance speeding through the highway. we're the angels with the bitter lips blowing kisses in the rain. every lover is just a season to be left away because we all change and our future is never bright ahead. i got a love like a stove fixed on my headstone forever and ever, or at least until i grow old. and she fell apart to the mystery of love and being in love and all that's in between. because lovers are made passion and lust, and the sex that leaves these cabaret dorms the shitters of the ivy leagues. we were built on bedsheets and roses. we were the alchemist's dream. we were the gold in the lead and the stone that fixed the missing link. tonight we die alive like we always have. because every day's another story and that's why i never sleep at night. let's not let time pass and keep me in mind for years to come by. i don't make any sense because i'm losing my mind. but nothing really matter because i'm really just ending my life.

28:6:42:12

the void

i hate how she does her make up around her eyes
a liner away from blacking out her view
i hate how her long hair tangles and falls down
the drapes from which the cat's lives hang onto
i hate how her eyes squint when she glares
the wrinkles guiding to the ocean in her iris
i hate how her eyelashes flutter flirting when she blinks
hummingbird silence- love is her photosynthesis
i hate the wound she'd lay her kisses on my lips with
the crooked half-smile that's cauterizing my own pains
i hate the porcelain that composes her skin
her dead doll eyes that i would sink in
i hate her half-done nails she forgets to color in
that mural isn't the only thing she left unfinished
i hate how her whispers set soundwaves on fire
the white noise from her lips luring me inside her
i hate how her heart left me cast away deep in
a wreck of a metaphor to cover up what i will choose to call "love"

"askin him if she gonna play games with the super smash brothers, but none of them you"

wrap your arms around a foreign neck,
your lips let loose all the demons we locked away
i was just the anchor docked away grounding your head
but gravity plays games with the lovesick
make a casket out of my bed
tonight i'm living dead
car pooling into the fast lane
take the next exit
this love is a car crash waiting to happen
and you left fingerprints in the crime scene
this was no accident
and you can count on all the time you'll spend
to make something out of nothing
because that's all that's left
you tore off the sutures
doc, can you tell me what happened?
keep me on the line so i don't drift away
these blue little friends keep me in check
and you can lie but words only take you halfway
between your story and the bedroom
and there's only one story your iris says
and this was never love
this can't ever end cause there never was a start
"i never really loved you" i let you tear me apart
getting high off of denial, but i'm a work of art
that kiss worked like an engine - i will avenge my heart
so wrap your arms around my trusting neck
they are the noose- hide the stories you locked away