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Miss Mercenary

You had me hooked, careless and cunning
You had your throne, but now you’re nothing
You had me hooked, careless and cunning
You had your throne, but now you’re nothing…

~*~

A maiden for the silken sheets

A muse for the midnight masquerade

Amorous amorphous on feather pillows

A demure bonny on the pasquinade

.

A madwoman for the asphalt streets

A machine for the telephone’s hold

Astounding magic and death-defying acts

Aspiration generation, metal heart so cold

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A mistress for all your petty problems

A megalomaniac for your world to rule

Alleviate and apprehend momentum quick again

Apathetic monarchy for the masses to adore and endure

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A miss murder for the mean memorial of the brothels

A monster for the messy and mercurial meltdown motels

Arrogant tease decadent, astringent, leading you on well

All before she shows her blackened eyes and drags you down to hell.

~*~

Fading like the makeup from my sheets
And I’m leaving, send the orders for retreat
I laid to rest this war that we called “love”
It’s for the best and what’s done is done…

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metal & skin (xxxv.)

yeah, maybe

i will stop

when the

blades hits

my pulse.

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metal & skin (xxxiii.)

for all the mistakes

i’ve committed today

i tally them all in

blood-red and silver-grey

these scars tell me

never to fucking forget

every pain and the agony

of the lingering regret.

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metal & skin (xxxii.)

i’ll stop after one

becomes

i’ll stop after three

becomes

i’ll stop after tonight

becomes

i’ll stop myself, maybe

becomes

i’ll stop after today, no

becomes

i’ll stop after tomorrow

becomes

i’ll stop, I swear, I promise

becomes

i can’t stop anymore, please

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metal & skin (xxxi.)

if i whispered

a million apologies

would it make up

for what i’ve done?

and if i uttered

a million apologies

would that make

my mistake undone?

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metal & skin (xxxv.)

after a while

the pain loses

its thrill

soon enough

i’m covered in

cuts i can’t

even feel

after a while

the scars lose

their thrill

soon enough

i wouldn’t

care if i get

killed.

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metal & skin (xxxiii.)

it’s a banal addiction

it’s a hurting poison

it’s nothing but a self-indulged fight

it’s mindless, wrong

and they say be strong

but why does it feel so fucking right?

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meta; & skin (xxxii.)

i used to keep count

of the crimson lines

a bleeding notch for

each one of my sins

but now i lost track

of the number, both

arms exsanguinated,

and i ran out of skin.

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metal & skin (xxxi.)

i’m thinking

about these

things again

just when i

thought that i

stopped giving in.

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metal & skin (xxx.)

i’m sorry

that i did it

but i’m not

sorry for you

and i don’t

fucking regret

the lies i spit

maybe it’s

all my fault

for wanting to

see something

heal and fix

itself in my life

you don’t need

to understand

and i don’t need

to explain myself

i don’t want help

because this is it

so fucking take

that away from

me too, won’t you?

maybe this time

i’ll resort to using

a sharper knife.

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