Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

I am a killer

Like a warrior paltering over battle,
I so feign wellness.

A sentinel for sense, the hourglass
Drops sands like poison from a fang.

I desire the lascivious feel of
Flesh on flesh, but adhere only to
The delicious feel of pain.

I fall into prismatic dreams.
Variegated thoughts that turn into
Carnivorous nightmares and I'm always dying.

Soon I'll fragment away,
My footprints a sad reminder of a fool emblazoned
With so much self hate she could only
Hold a quilt of her former self.

Yes, dear, I've destroyed myself.
The friendship I've had with my soul I've severed.

I will fall down the staircase
And store myself into an alley.

Blinking, the stars keep winking.

The mind is un-sewn fabric
Rustling memories away.

Gossiping leaves me faint.
I mop up this mess and try to move on.

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