Danse Macabre

I can see your skeleton

Dancing wihout skin

Sickly thin but opened up

For anyone’s heart to wander in.

Peace of mind unveiled

Aware and mostly dead

But twirling in your skirt,

Dreaming as you exhale.

Free as dissipation,

Flatenned lungs kissing

Last breaths to beating hearts

Pumping through the intermission.

Roses thrown in jest

Cutting naked flesh,

Smile half-knowingly

Hand to your breast.

Curtsy as you walk

Ignoring all the talk,

Blending in uncomfortably

Till it’s time to dance again.

Pale as brittle bones,

Stepping with your toes,

Peeking through the blinds

To see what life you’re in.

 

 

Necromancy

Deep breaths,

Resurrecting past emotions.

A litany of shit and shame

Deliberately targeted on the present moment.

Tangent upon tangent,

Trauma upon trauma,

Surfacing up to swallow

The security of my bondage.

Like the restless dead

Shrieking as their unearthed,

Naked in the light of day,

Tortured by the slightest sensation.

My life hurts.

All the painful memories replay.

This is My Hell.

This is everything I’ve tried to escape.

Keep breathing.

Wait for everything to bleed away.

Hold onto nothing,

Give it up,

Let it go.

Sick Cemetery

Suicides, fatal blunders, and resolute endurance worn away

The permanent final solution for late dysfunctional brains

Confused, despairing, or damaged, all will find their way

The Sick Cemetery welcomes all of them to stay.

Poly-disordered personalities with all the common names

All the common ailments from depression to disarray

Troubled minds, anxious minds, minds that wore away

Petty minds, brilliant minds, beautiful brains erased.

Beautiful grass and flowers over surcease of pain

Remembered and forgotten loves remembered all the same

Struggles, triumphs, failures, all buried where they lay

True equality is death, all is one is anything.

Visitation always open, bring your respects to pay

Everyone is welcome, feel free to read our names

So many come and go, we understand if you delay

The weary and tired, the dysfunctional and dismayed, everyone is welcome to be remembered past these gates.

 

Cruelty

Breathless, vacant, fresh but fading

Faint warmth rapidly depleting

Energy released, never to be recaptured

A mind, a pattern, never to be replaced

Cautious footsteps, stepped once too far

One sideways glance that saw too much

An instant, a flash, a rush of violence

Stillness, silence, a brief candle snuffed

No laughter, no tears, just reflection

A warmth-less acknowledgement it was done

Sleepless cruelty doesn’t stop to see

Erase, acquire, and then move along

Wide staring eyes, dry, still, and dead

Mouth agape and hands at her side

Trickling blood, from where I won’t say

Bruised broken skin and one blunted spade

Human, heart-beat, hushed little love

Disappear, decay, and evaporate

Leave us, leave them, loose all your time

Humans, horrors, eat, kill, and desecrate.

It Feels Time To Die

When time passes and slips by so fast,

When I contemplate all that I’ve missed or forsaken,

It pains me to acknowledge my own mistaken steps,

To realize my fault in those moments taken.

To have aged to such a point missing out,

To have lost so many loves I should’ve cherished,

To be floating, numbing myself to indifference,

To have drifted past chances and watched them perish.

Will wisdom prove the worth of my decisions?

Have I lost too much to ever fully recover?

Do empathy and arrogance measure so equally?

Will hiding myself lead anyone to discover?

Choices, to decide what to do, what to be, who I am.

To be, my identity, with vulnerability and shame.

To understand, hidden weaknesses will never leave you.

Emotions leave you empty and cold when restrained.

Too many lost chances, too many disappointments.

Too long living sheltered, pretending to be free.

It feels time to die and murder insecurity.

To live again, opening as wide as I can be.