3-28-17
I've built it up,
We've gained momentum,
And God I know you're watching the light show,
But you're not like the others.
You predict the sparks raining from the ceiling,
You speak in words sugarcoated in violence-
I'm drawn to your ability.
Necessity isn't something we dwell on,
Souls like us haunt and drift
From morning light to the overcast,
Searching.
We're caught in the throat of routine,
And I can drag my nails all the fucking way down,
But this place doesn't cough anything up,
And we're stuck as echoes.
Let's be hollow,
We've got no reason to be loud anymore.
If you need me,
I'm just down the hall,
And they say the door's been locked for awhile now.
Lights don't bubble around my mirror,
And there's no sign hanging at the door,
But I do play the part
And they lay the bills
Like roses to a gravestone.
My skin is concrete,
And I don't know why you'd bother to see if you could enter this place-
We've got nothing but artificial stars,
And bad memories.
Screams ring around the inside paneling,
The noise taking its time on the escape.
Windows break like they weren't made to hold up,
And the people are running,
Tripping over each other,
Like we weren't made to save each other.
(Selflessness even has its limits.)
The bitch is up in flames and I guess it's all falling together.
Death changes the purpose of things,
Decay changes the way we operate.
We're living opposite,
Yet it's nearly parallel to what should be.
Smoke isn't an issue,
It's almost as if my lungs are for a kid to color in,
Fill in between the ribs,
And we've grown accustomed to what it makes of us both.
You do the damage,
I reap the pain.
Nothing but ash and I'm drifting again,
But you're on the sidewalks
And I'm dizzy-
This feels like somewhere I've been before.
You look up and you see me
When I'm just a dark essence of nonexistence to the rest of them.
Your lips tinted gray, you speak,
With the future at your teeth,
"We're watching from the edge,
And they run before the fall,
But only we know what's below.
And I knew destruction when I first saw you,
It was in the air like a heavy atmosphere,
And I wanted everything to do with it.
I've got it now,
And I've been covering up the madness I've acquired in loving it,
But for you,
I could stop hiding."
- (m.m)
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Self Deception
PoetryPoetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I...
