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rain, rain, don’t go away

i’ve written

a billion words

for the rain

one for each

raindrop that

falls down again

.

drenched in

poetry, chilled

to the bone

neutral weather

in rhythmic

diamond tones

.

hole in quaint

heart, and rest

for the weak

and solace and

comfort is all

my skin seeks

.

i’ve written

a billion words

for the rain

hoping that each

one makes it

fall down again.

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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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undoing the damage

Vicious thoughts will overpower
His virulent mind explodes
Unable to suppress the madness
He can’t contain this inner pain
Compelled to lacerate…

~*~

if your mouth

won’t try to speak

slit your throat

and let words bleed

if your eyes

still fail to see

gouge them out

and view more clearly

if your ears

don’t hear a sound

pierce the icepick

and listen all around

if your mind

can’t think about

grab a revolver

and just blow it out

if your heart

doesn’t make a beat

stab it back into shock

on endless repeat

if your skin

doesn’t feel like you

then just peel it off

’cause it’s all you can do

but if your body

is in full control

then sit tight and wait

for the devil to call.

~*~

Rendering for release
Set free souls through holes in their skin
Murdered, or have they been saved…

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Collide in Contagion

Bury me in the bedroom where I, I can sing you to sleep all night
Put me next to the open window, promise me a second time
‘Cause I don’t want to leave without you buried by my side
I’d rather kill the one responsible for falling stars at night
Cause they fall all around me, the night can be deadly….

~*~

You’re the honorary

Disease of my cardiovascular

Eradication, love

The million spider bites

Injecting toxin in my system

Until my nerves seize

Like the abrupt hitch of my

Asthmatic breath when

Your fangs sank into soft flesh

And painted my skin red

Red as the cerise vows you made

That gave me scarlet fever

.

But where would we end up

If it weren’t for your pellucid palate

And bloodlust for melodrama

Rictus interlocked against rictus

Disgustingly quivering as

Both mouths whispered bullshit

That intensifies the acrid taste

Of our executed demise

I’ll carve profanities in your

Fractured ribcage, and pierce this

Needle past your deflated lungs

Serrated viciously until you gasp for air

.

I buried this disgusting romance

Under a reckless murder scene

And if you think you can dig it back up

I’ll hit your head with the shovel

Your eyes are protanopic machines

My lips feel like corroded metal

So rust away the scar tissues

And mangle in the alkaline fear

Pernicious hysteria and controversies

Realining my taut fasciculus

Sealed surgery with parallax thorns

Festering in my paralytic accident again

.

So tell me if my parasitic mind

Is as right as your moral ambiguity

I’m inhaling your reputation

Like crushed cocaine and car smoke

But the crash test of my dopamine

Is beginning to rapidly decline

And the agony of your bruises are

Already starting to fucking set in again

My encephalon is incapacitated

You took advantage of the ill

But love, if this is what it takes to

Collide me with your wrecked body

Then I don’t ever want to heal.

~*~

And I don’t care if you’re sick
I don’t care if you’re contagious
I would kiss you even if you were dead
Would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life?
‘Cause I’d do anything to hold your hand!

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sound of a ghost

Well, you know I’m a ghost 
Pull the note out of my throat 
And leave me alone 
But it’s all for you, all for you and more 
He won’t take her anymore…

~*~

a phantom voice

of chandeliers

and sugar crystals

i drink all of it in

in red and white wine

and emptied sighs

and let the starry shards

lodged in my pharynx

pierce my scream

i’ll cough out blood

and fail to speak again

for your bandaged songs

and let piano strings

marionette my appendages

until it cuts into my skin

for the sound that crashes

in a pelagic resonance

and past isles and glaciers

you’re a phantom voice

from a million pieces

of diamonds in the sky

bury the music in nightmares

and fashion a parvenu

to melt away my reveries.

~*~

Come back to my heart (I don’t care)
Come back to my heart (I don’t care)
Come back tonight, tonight…

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Skin and Bone

Your deception, my disgust
When your name is finally drawn
I’ll be happy that you’re gone
Ash to ashes, dust to dust
Ash to ashes, dust to dust
Skin to bone and steel to rust…

~*~

I feel the insects and parasites

Tangled in sick writhing masses under my skin

Like the paranoia in my blood

Synthesising bone and muscle to cold creatinine

Alkaline anaemia feeding away

On a prion virus anarchy that’s imminent to stay

Distorted appendages and deliria

Cryogenic stitches sewn under lighted penumbra

Hypertensive breaths suffocating

Lacerations and abrasions numbing, intimidating

Allergic to morphine and to pain

Adhesives abuse, an acidic atrocity left to remain

Tourniquet turning my veins blue

Scourge, eviscerate my neurological impediment

Through the slits in my silky skin

Pyrexia tastes like sweet sweat fever, I’ll torment

So let my lethargy be the catalyst

Listen to the acoustic shadow echoing in my ribs

The ligatures fading to distension

Voracious maggots in my head trauma slip incision.

~*~

Let tomorrow have its way
With the promises betrayed
Skin to bone and steel to rust…

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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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