Holes in books
Pages empty
Broken eyes
Like chocolate candy unfinished
Silhouettes of what never was
Shadows haunt of what could’ve been
Standing alone on untamed ground
Not altogether unfamiliar
Emotion being the difference
Counting off 4 ticks of the clock
4 seconds until he takes a gasped breath of air;
The wound healed
Blocks of ice
To faceless nights
Cold, dark and otherwise non-descript
Eating away at milky-white purity
Without use
Yet black from ill advised plots carrying cruel intentions behind them
Intangible loneliness
Closing eyes and praying for the change
Color clothes crimson
Make sure it burns from the outside in
With excuses of predestination
Smirking features hide pleas of forgiveness
Already knowing the answer
And to pretend
Making false claims in oblivion
Lies a stained road
From blood tears onto blue pallets
Wishing would-be lovers were dead
Twisted thinking of eased pain
Emotions have drained away from my body
Like semen during sex
And ignored as such
So nothing do I feel
Even staring at a tear-streaked face
This soul is non-existent
Faded away to a memory
No longer held
Watching the pages of a book slip through painted black finger tips
And knock over rows of amber bottles
Once filled with pills
I find myself somehow caring
Somehow crying
Cut these wrists with weapons of adamantium
Weapons of X
Weapons of mass… murder
Massacre
Kill this,
Slaughter that,
Destroy it and wipe all memories clean
Are they ever clean?
Are they ever gone?
Rip this skin off to see what’s underneath
Something that gleams
But without pride
Blood that dulls its luster crawls back toward muscles
Piecing themselves together again
Like some sadistic nursery rhyme
Skin seals it in
Hides the reflection
And lastly,
A slight dusting of hair grows in to complete the tragedy
Because it’s as if nothing ever happened
Don’t cross this borderline
Don’t turn this corner
Don’t reverse this boot-heeled,
Water-filled,
Green mystery desire
Ink to pad
Pad to lips
Soft and flushed deep pink
Kisses airy from imagination
Not enough
Not enough!
Each scream echoes off the walls
To ears not so understanding
And men in white come in to take it all away
With a cattle prod and words of hate
Till’ even an eyebrow fails to move or show emotion
In the dark recesses of my mind
I whisper,
“Marie.”
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