Needle and thread to that
hole in your head,
sweating in the dark, ohh, my demons.
love, i have cheeks, too
and they burn.
--
i swallow shallow white wings,
shield my heart from cracks.
and your Misery with its 6-strings-
just dying to take me back, i
dream of their lopsided welcome mats and i
wait patiently for the pain. i
whsiper to myself as the night grows warm, i
have never felt so ashamed.
there is no clock, there are no souls.
no Heaven, nor Hell, in this masquerade.
for when i close my eyes, the demons swarm,
caught blind by the grip of my page.
their faces sliced, their bodies cool,
and, love, you thought Hell was fire?
but ice since before
that first goodbye,
that first guilty hint of something
sweet.
say our wilted waves, they sting. they burn. they
bring my pride to its knees.
but it's not the only one who's been there before,
waiting to drown her tears in
sugar.
or take a grain of salt to all her
tainted parts.
love, you know me better than you know.
yet, my cheeks still burn at the sound of your voice,
every knock from my closet door.
i sleep with rose petals on my lids, and the thorns,
they wait for me by the floor.
my fingers curled about my pen,
waiting for Muse to sing,
i wait all night, sleep passes me by,
but, i am able to claim this word; love?
(would take scissors to that f__ing word?! ice first, to numb, then
let the blood swell over the
pink skin and the pain, it comes
slowly, almost dream-like,
beautiful, monume-)
but you dream of fairytales, and i
have acid lacing my throat.
and the sort of tears that
come from years
of keeping it all inside,,
love, the scabs dry, but you
like them brown.
it reminds you of my eyes..
