Set me free From the aches of this skin From the weight of a body All chagrin Hear the words I can't say Still afraid Choke on bile By a poison betrayed Pulling breath from my lungs Like a tear Whispers dance, and I turn, No one there Molten knives ricochet Off shrapnel coated bone In this excruciating night I hold it down alone Body twisting, poison arrows Endless rippling pain Muscles scream agony Amid the crippling strain Hunger's your friend little girl You've known him so long Deep inside fingers strum His near forgotten song The chasms so familiar Thoughts spiral into the void Don't you see, here again Is the place I'm destroyed Proven the weaker In this battle of wills Slower and slower My waning heart spills
I A blade that lives at my throat Is slowly starting to slip Awaken nightmares again A scarlet hand losing grip Pushing back every day Against the hold of this pain Struggle lifetimes away And it still ends up the same Not all dreaming comes true Swallow bitter truth pills Nothing is what it seems When the wicked world spills Horror merry-go-round A word's a knife as you turn Terror pulling me down Set it alight it return Only time can erase The scripts burned into my eyes Destruction fading away To only whispered replies Like chasing rabbits with Alice All the way tumble down Now you've maddened the hatter And the queen lost her crown II As I lay here to sleep Dream of waking anew Night has only begun And I'm reaching for you Fear plaguing my mind Like a song that won't end Doubt circling round As perception starts to bend Morph to yesterday's child Body tremors remember Squeeze my chest in a fist And I breathe cold December Relive the screaming of sirens Ice flows into my
bones evaporate
into gelatinous substances
inside flesh,
arms are dead
weight, each step an impossible task
meant for gigantic people
with powers beyond measure,
not mere mortals,
not these limbs,
not these skins
eyes heavily laden with
pressure of holding open
an entire view of life
the whole world
inside a tiny eyeball
behind a drooping lid
yearning for closure
to fall past the end of the ball
into oblivion
to slumber away all the revolutions
of tiny whiskers
whispering across
numbers and faces
varying in lengths, moving slowly
moving quickly, standing still
functions shut d
Static crackles numb the silence
(I’m dying)
Pale smoke still hovers overhead
(forgetting to breath)
Ashes have fallen from the table
A fan still shoves air under the bed
Words tear into the quiet
(like razors down my spine)
The baritone shatters my bones
Clenched hands meeting hollow eyes
I’m lost in your undertones
Your semibreves wind themselves
around my struggling throat
(thank you for failing)
Cardiac arrested
The demons in the corner gloat
Breaths staccato, cease
while notes still taunt the shells
Lips gasp quiet, silently
The poisoned water swells
Failing, cooling blood
Fragmented thoughts scatter
Discord beneath
Sweet negligence,
just a sign of the times
Taken aback by a dawn of scriptural rhymes
Insomniacs curse the sweet slumber in which I gladly abide
Unstoppable forces on these pages reside
As pen blesses every fibre with stains of ink
So blessed are minds with the pain to think
Tomorrow shines brightly in tender fear of the night
The pursuit of happiness seems an endless plight
Yet hope,
like the kindred faith,
grows from a tiny place
Just a small speck of light bringing saving grace
Filter Coffee and Cigarettes by Lyrica-Lee, literature
Literature
Filter Coffee and Cigarettes
At the corner booth
In that diner across the street
He sits in thought
Ink stained hands
Rustle yesterday's paper
At another table
Across the room she stares
At everything and nothing
Tobacco yellowed fingers
Dance back and forth on the tabletop
Agitatedly
He takes a sip
Filter coffee for anonymous
She takes a drag
Puff out, sigh
In his tired eyes
Lie stories of
Childhood death
and long-forgotten-lullabies
In her broken eyes
Hide tears of
Hopelessness
Planned suicide-letter-goodbyes
He looks up
As she does
Fleeting glances pass
Between tired
And broken
Lives a single moment
Between bottomless
And endless
Lies his filter coffee
and her
Brain splitting wide open
Thoughts seeping through skin
The silence starts writhing
Gnawing bones from within
Mouths spew bile
Consuming any sense of ease
Panic creeping up
As constricted chest start to wheeze
Pores now dripping
With supressed frustration
Not living, not breathing
But a mere imitation
Veins are replaced
By cold blue steel
Emptied of blood
There's no way to feel
Organs self-destruct
In this attempt to save face
Not a single shard of humanity
In this hard electric place
Remove that heartbeat
Replace it with an endless beep
Now inhale those sweet fumes
Forget this life and go to sleep
page
after
page
the bitter words
flow
the artist
the writer
someone
I don't know
penning the paragraphs
of my destruction
my hapiness to him
:a mere obstruction
bitterly short
stanzas
and bLoTcHy
black ink
t o r n pages
meant to make you
think!
each awful phrase
each painful rhyme
the writer
tells me
in stolen time
Unquiet minds
lay dormant in blue lagoons
of a crashing tide
Seconds slip into
minute hours,
broken time I bide
Winds screaming
for change; draw
another tobacco breath
Inhale, inhale, and hasten
more speedily to death
Over-sunned skin protests
each waited hour of
flaming light
Waves crash as the saints
return to blaming spite
Each breath tightens
and tightens
the worrying, aching vice
Pain shooting
to and fro again,
but no excuse can suffice
The sandman
Light it,
light it,
inhale more and more toxicity
This feeling burns through my veins
like white hot electricity
A means of escape,
a bittering release
A justified slow suicide,
but the wide eyes increase
Perpetuating the stereotype
but differing in reason
Every soul survives
but a time and a season
Now seen among fallen stars,