Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Pretend Dreams

The silence,
A knife to already
Slit wrists.
Awaiting the lonely
Dripping of vitriolic
Fluids to leave me.
Blood, such a treat
To watch it drown
Me, to swim in my
Own life force.

Such wonder
To take your own life,
Give it away
And discover
You cannot be amongst
The stars.

Edema eyes, mascara
Crusted upon lashes;
A pretend beauty.
Screaming FANTASY
Whilst blades rip apart
The reality inside.

Eclipsed by
Visceral instincts...
To shred. To tear,
To make ugly the beautiful,
Tweaking fingertips
Into wild flaming gestures,
It's no wonder
The end was present.

A feather of hair
To blind the feast
Of the repugnant,
I shine accidental.
A wolf amongst sheep,
So fevered and small.
Waiting to be picked off
By fate.

So fluorescent in soul,
But black in body.
I bite into the shapes
That make up my future,
Decipher them as devils
And demons waiting to eat
Alive my dreams.

When I sleep, I'm flying.
And then I'm awake, f---ing dying...

8-20-10


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