if only skeletons were skeletons
then closets would be closets
if only addiction was addicted to me
then maybe falling in love wouldn’t be as flimsy as falling out of it.
i’m choking in the black smokes of forgotten loves
clutching eagerly to the limbs of failed dreams
glancing pensively into the mirror of my insanity with you
this is the funny side of my death;
i fear i’ll love dying for you.
you must know; bleeding isn’t enough euphoria anymore
i need to lurch these deeper into my bones
then i’ll watch the effervescence of this darkness erupt into art
an iceberg of violent thoughts sinking my titanic
a cacophony of giddy butterflies
nudging me closer to your door
mocking how controless i am to you
your house; a terminal to my haunted thoughts
and then is it enough?
this colossal drop into the abyss
you see, i’m fading out slowly
and you’re just there watching nothing
i’m fluttering to my last emotions
bear me up- my heart don’t twitch no more
please, femme fatale; wreck me!
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it....
PS. I put my heart and soul into this