Wallflower origami.

Run, run, fucker, run –
Nobody wants to go unwarned or unarmed

Inside the fire of your deepest secrets,
she’ll find you, burn you alive

As thoughts burn, the ashes scatter
Feel them sinking into dirt

Souls breathe memories out as carbon monoxide,
and as the fires eradicate,

you’ve found your place.

Empty gods.

A vicarious sadness takes over
and all the while a panic and a surge of
adrenaline
conquers bodies.

Serotonin flows thin,
dopamine a mere faraway memory;
make the most of this now.

Empty bottles and cigarette butts have now
defined existences
as worlds crash, burn, recollect and recall.

As caged animals scream silently for release
and fires, fatal flames, burn
somewhere deep inside,
hidden;
they sense they’re not alone.

Much like some of us,
much like me,
they’re begging to be released.

Still.

Stuck, stuck, floating

Glued to where I lay, forced to adapt
Always vicariously feeling, constantly
Intervention calling, please help

Sing to me, teach me

My arms retreat to where they were
and not much changes
Angels drift by, nonchalant and ignorant

My only lover called sadness reaches for me

As all arms retreat simultaneously,
my head wills itself to implode –
I hear a clicking and I’m gone

Bruises and sutures, I’m here

The furnace of life.

The snow falls silently upon the icy pavement
sink into me

let the flames do the burning

light a cigarette,
forget forget

forget me, my voice, my disposition
these murderer’s hands retreat,
these murderer’s arms retreat

let the ashes do the dimming

and never let my fire go out

Call me captain, yessir.

Fly into my web, call me a liar;
Try to make me the only one, but flit about elsewhere (and away) nevertheless -
Freedom is the only way for us to beand yet, success is impossible

Loveliness poisons my life, my soul,
and adoration is its metastasis
Homicidal thoughts, cancerous minds –

Perversions emerge, atop rooftops


I can’t save you –

can’t be your superhero now

or

ever

Adoration's ghost.

Look how silently the rain falls,
Try to remember through dusty glasses;
I’d love for you to only see the good in me.

This figurine tires easily,
Fogged lenses impair your view;
I’d love for you to only see the sanity in me.

(The rust creaks and I settle,
longing for more than the ghost)

As the dusk embraces the dirt,
I wake to realize myself being dragged into you;
I’d love for you to never see the deceit in me.