The First Time

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Hole

He was so used to loving and losing
and other things that caused injury
so on his chest he bore a gaping hole
right where a beating heart should be

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Like Magic

Like Magic

Flawed

Walk on, you
deeply flawed
your soul is
in shreds
you skinned your
every bit
with your
self indulgence
in night time
and in
dread
your curiosity
never killed you
yet left you
deeply
marred
you tried
and failed
it broke you
from the inside
it had you
scarred
your hair falls
loosely
one strand
after another
your skin
sticks
to our bones tightly
like maggots
to a cadaver
your feet are
sinking
slowly
every step
as heavy
as the other
your eyes are
bulging fully
consciousness
waning
no one bothers
you clearly
are a dying
menace
your death
awaits in
lonesome stillness
your stench disrupts
like a hungry sword
but in your
blood runs
a tinge of gold
as another second
is a terrible waste
around eyes
yearning
to cause you pain
and words
working
to defile
your grave
take my hand
Let’s walk away.

Going Places

I don’t know
With people
I had a laugh or two with
Drinking
Until things become
Blurry
And words become
Nasty
Until whispers
Destroy
My ears
Until senses
Blow
Into a thousand pieces
Until my body loses
The sense of direction
Dancing among
The unholy
Sweating, screaming
Words of the devil
Until I feel
Fine about
Pretending
I exist for a minute
Breathing as normally
As possible
Numbing
Every skin
Ignoring
The throbbing
From within
All for
The sake
Of forgetting
You

The Astronaut

The Astronaut

Walking a Straight Line

quite as thin
as a thread
trying not to
fall on side
cliffs leading down
nowhere beneath clouds
of empty darkness
wind surged against
face almost tearing
skin off eyes
trying not to
see or open
up too wide
dusts could ruin
the only sense
reliable and present
knees wobbly out
of hunger of
uncertainty and of
desperation to come
across breathing
and free was
the dream