Violence & Poetry

Am I,
sharp as a knife?
Digging into your spine.

Am I, late enough?
Well no one was watching.
I need your serpent blood,
so slit my tongue.


A sewn up heart,
sealed with your piercings.
To fill out our holes.
Sharp nails,
and teeth,
oh god.

A brand new me,
under tattoos.
With a new you,
kill me will ya?
When I love to breathe,
violence and poetry.


Am I,
in love with a whore?
She does herself with drugs,
all I do is watch her.

Am I,
getting off?
The asphyxiation.
I cant feel my toes.

Am I, real?
Im running from angels.
Locked in my room,
will the sun come?

Am I,
gonna do myself in?
Its just that I listen,
to violence and poetry.

A sewn up heart,
sealed with your piercings.
To fill out our holes.
Sharp nails,
and teeth,
oh god.

A brand new me,
under tattoos.
With a new you,
kill me will ya?
When I love to breathe,
violence and poetry.

Remember me