I miss you sea
I miss you in the morning
I miss your fingers
and the faces you trace
the faces you assume in sand
I miss the feel of you
cool on my skin
I miss the sting of you
but most of all I miss you when I sleep
when you whisper the most
I know you are there
you are a quiet chaos I  don't quite hear

I see you biting the bottom of your lip
Holding back the pleasure
As the blade slips in
Just enough to scar never to ****
Crimson tears trace down the lace
Heightening your thrill

Slip on the tourniquet and pull that ***** tight
Speed hits your vein's and the rush you can't hide
Writhing in pleasure as she runs inside
Moaning in ecstasy pleasuring your thighs

So when that hit bites your naked breast
And your ****** slows you down
When the dream head faded died and left
That's when you hit the ground

In a pool of ****** up puke you lay
Colours of distant happy days
Swirl around into a haze
Yeah reach for the blade again

I know you can't help yourself
Your just a poor little fool
Who opens up her veins it seems
Or your legs to score it's true

**** your making me hot tonight
To see you all ****** up
I'm gonna make you my gurl
Daddies home I'll make it right
Try this yeah coke of your own

Inject it ***** and let me see you fall
Into obscurity
And I'll just take you as and when
My junk *** ***** my heaven sent

i want to live in a place
where the only filter
is the light of the street lights
and the only colour
is the sunset on a snowy evening.
i want to live in a place
where you are everything
and everything glows of you.

It's my own fault that I wanted you to understand.

Ice cold fingertips

breathing out clouds oxygen

winter morning rush

Sometimes I see you looking out the window
and I know you still wait for her.
Sometimes I hear you humming, very softly, almost a whisper,
the song she always sang to you when you're about to sleep.
Sometimes I catch you touching the place behind your ears
where she always kissed you.
Sometimes you stop in your tracks when you smell her perfume.
And sometimes I can feel your hands loosening its grip when you hold mine—a fraction, an inch, barely noticeable.
And sometimes you laugh at my jokes but the glitter never reaches your eyes.
And sometimes you kiss me but it feels like a question.
And I know we're both haunted by a girl still alive,
her phantom hand pushing me
away from you.

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.