your ink
      has
indelibly stained

my
    unwitting soul;
we are now

together,
      forever,
         
--irreparably ruined*




●○
°

Catharsis is my blood on these lines
I exhale and beat myself dry
I ****** and die all over this mouse
A little less of what I was
And a little more less human.

Catharsis is when I tell a girl
A two page response on why I want her
And I never hear back from her again
And I sit there alone and close my eyes
My heart not even beating the whole time

Catharsis is working all day for minimum
Wage working all night for my own delight
Knowing tomorrow is sleep in daylight
And my body is dying a little faster
So my mind won't have to think these thoughts much Longer.

You can ******* lie to me baby.
If that only means
I can be back in your life.
If I can see those eyes again
And that smile
And that presence
I almost feel alive
Over a ******* lie
4 years since

---

should
life's
banquet
be
a
table
set
for
only

one?


soul­survivor
(C) 9/25/2015

Darkness pervades; an empty whole.
Tears fill this broken bowl.
The nectar too salty to quench the thirst
A brutal reminder of what came first

A Blackness, a Void. God illuminated into being.
Beauty, Belief, Faith - a false way of Seeing.
The futile attempts to make the hole whole,
but it's Loneliness that resides in our Soul.

In every being sprung into existence
the Romantic effort of Man's resistance
is Love, hailed as the Cure.
But ask yourself, "Are you sure?".

At a life with Loneliness by our side
Love's importance becomes amplified.
But Love is just a wishful lie
it is Loneliness that embraces us as we die.

I am the collateral damage
Of a riddled, war-torn heart.
Open your borders
That I may find refuge.

What's the good in falling in love
When in the end
All you get is a jaded heart,
A cut in the wrist,
An empty pocket.

i have heard of how problematic you were in school
how pale and skinny you were
how you once tried to jump from the third floor

take this water
sleep
and dream of me

You told me to listen
You told me you would change
I can't believe I listened
I can't believe I stayed

Now my bruises are your fingertips
My laughter has faded away
Our memories are jaded,
I can't believe I stayed

My face is your canvas
You like to paint with your fists
You drag your fingers across my skin
This is not your passion,
This is my pain

I love to see your laughter
I love to see your gain
Sometimes I think
This may be why I stayed

But then you raise your hand
Your face twisted with fury
I suddenly awake
Jump up
S C R E A M


"PLEASE DON'T HURT MY JAMES"