Precious
Held close
What is dear
And near to you
Your heart is a lockbox
And I am just a thief
A knavish master of picks and tricks
Rich
Your son
Two conflicting interests
You chose the one
Which cannot love you back
Which can buy you most anything
The boy becomes enslaved to your empire
Shining
Desert Gem
The Glass Locust
Hotel, casino, and trap
A place to survive or
Perhaps a place to dry out...
When you keep telling yourself the same thing over and over again, do you start to believe it?
“I’m a good kid. I’m a good kid. I’m-“
The other kids watch me march up the steps made of planks that precariously jut out the side of the island above the clouds. I am on my way to the alchemy laboratory. My favourite place. They turn away after I let the door slam behind me and continue to kick their...
It sleeps in dead cold
It is a hard, unforgiving bed from which the small tufts of grass once grew
Funny how life had to start there
Now that all is dust, we bury the dead, those we all knew
Maybe there’s a large weight holding them beneath the surface
It’s colder and harder than the rest of the underground
Once the grave has been filled, there’s little hope they can be found
We forget them an...
If only you would stop talking
But your words are an obligation
I really should get walking
You see, we've found a complication
And just over your shoulder
Someone else I spy
I'm the beholder
If beauty is in the eye
I wish not to be rude
Because you seem to take interest
Over this lovely food
But when I look across, I can't help but be impressed
I push in my chair as you take note of how brief
...
Maybe it *was* about the money this time.
But not for the reason you think. I have been diagnosed with a vascular degenerative disease. My blood vessels are slowly collapsing and cutting off blood flow to my body, starting with my tiniest capillaries until my arteries cave in and then finally, my heart will implode, but by then I will already be dead. The doctors say I have about a year before th...
If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?
Jealousy in love is your clear deficit
Rip out my wiring to make me stall
Haywire, manic dreaming after body gives out
I begin to wonder if I’ve hit the wall
You look in my mouth but don’t see a shout
Steal the color from my heart
Bloody red dripping down from greedy taloned hand
I’m left a grey husk, emotionless chart
Give it ...
Do it.
It isn’t hard
Quite simple really
The consequence is binding
Do it.
Do it.
What more must you calculate,
Slug?
Think of them all
Do it.
Do it.
You’ll be a hero
You know you want to
If for nothing else, for her
Do it.
bang.
Do it.
Guilty as charged
You’re an outcast
This is your fault
Do it.
Do it.
I hate you
How could you be forgiven?
Well, there’s but one thing I could think of…
Do it...
Oh what I would give to do to you
What I wish I would have done to myself
I find it harder to rip out my own guts
When I don’t have the guts to
Why would I destroy a gift I was given?
When the gift is torturing existence
Flying close enough to burn
But not close enough to become incineration
How can I compete
And try to impress them
If you are just a better me
When my success is just in your re...
A fight is brewing and it’s windy out
Hair blows in your face but you’ve learned how to see through
And now rain falls from the sky
A drip down your face
The desire to ravage them like a hurricane on the coast
And now dark grey clouds the sky
Lightning in eyes
The world is swirling
You watch life leaving eyes
Twisted knife, hands curling when rigor mortis sets in like the snow
After deed is don...
