Violence & Poetry Pt. 2

I live in the midst of strangers,

crawling down my throat.

My life's so abstract sometimes,

I beg to choke.

Reflections in the mirrors, 

are as fake as glass.

I like to watch they shatter,

as I pass,

to watch,

the lines,

between us.

I sing,

the songs,

of birds.

A sewn, 

up heart, 

laced with, 

all your piercings.

To fill  

our holes

oh god.

Violence and poetry.

Am I, 

as sharp as a knife,

digging through, 

your spine?

I just walk it off, 

sometimes.

Running from

the angels. 

Am I, 

late enough?

Well no one, 

was watching.

She fills herself with drugs,

all I do, 

is watch her.

Am I, 

in love with a whore?

I need your serpent blood,

so please, 

slit my tongue.

I sing,

the songs,

of birds.

A sewn 

up heart, 

laced with, 

all your piercings.

To fill  

our holes

oh god.

Violence and poetry.

A brand new me,

under tattoos.

With a, 

brand new you,

so grim.

Sharp nails,

and teeth,

kill me will ya? 

When I love, 

to breathe,

violence and poetry.

A sewn, 

up heart, 

laced with 

all your piercings.

To fill, 

our holes

oh god.

I just bleed and smile,

nod to all the answers.

Violence and poetry.

With all the, 

asphyxiation,

It is, 

cold outside,

I cant feel, 

my toes.

Locked in my room,

will the sun come?

I feel

I'm gonna 

do myself in.

Its just, 

that I listen,

to violence and poetry.

When every corner, 

of the Earth is bombed,

would you ever think of me?

When you are alone, 

and cant find your home,

would you look around for trees?

I know I am a simple speck,

in your thought filled mind.

All I ask is you, 

to remember me,

and remind, 

that you left me all behind.

Everything that I once wished for,

No longer mattered, 

through these eyes.

And all at once,

I realized,

I was fine.

Your image,

was leaving my mind.

I was over things, 

and especially you.

Late nights, 

I spent to sleep alone.

I dont chase any, 

ghosts no more,

Id rather die, 

than be alone.

With violence and poetry

I sing,

the songs,

of birds.

A sewn 

up heart, 

laced with, 

all your piercings.

To fill  

our holes

oh god.

Violence and poetry.

A brand new me,

under tattoos.

With a, 

brand new you,

so grim.

Sharp nails,

and teeth,

kill me will ya? 

When I love, 

to breathe,

violence and poetry.

A sewn, 

up heart, 

laced with 

all your piercings.

To fill, 

our holes

oh god.

I just bleed and smile,

nod to all the answers.

Violence and poetry.

Remember me