Are you ok
the words I hear all the time...
Did I not stir the sharp taste of past
in my sweetened cup of tea...
There is a place where floods of fire collide,
where water burns against a bridge's brow...
You taught me of fire,
mimicking its fury with limbs aloft...
This world echoes in the absence of brightness.
The stars don't shine enough, the moon fades...
Let no shame shine on his tears-
Let him grieve, let him grieve...
I don't cut to kill myself
I cut to live...
My death
is something I long for...
I ain't gonna lie
Tonight I might die...
Your poor, chapped lips -
they flake, crumble and peel...
As I lay in the dark waters,
Hearing so many sad voices crying out my name...
He lost his
Shelia, upon a crisp...