IIV

Call me a liar
and I’ll set the world on fire,
burn myself alive
to let the blaze thrive.
Witches on my mind,
history so blind.
Triggers in my blood
I’ll give into the flood;
I light the match
with just a scratch,
and in the height of spring
it will take everything,
watch it slowly burn
oh, we never learn.

Only Hollow Things Drown

Oh no, I have died again.

My body is breaking down
inside the hallow ground-
I can feel the soil,
clogging up my lungs
and turning my heart to gold.

I don’t know who killed me;
this time.
He was a coward, I imagine.
Who stabbed me in the back
then sent my mind below.

Dying is a crime
i’m well versed in.
I fell down and down
and over and over.

I hadn’t yet chose which way to die
not like before.

I found a bottle filled
like a rattle toy,
I had as a child
it emptied in minutes

Then He revived me and
then with a hollow cain
I killed him.

My hands now moving,
my blood is boiling,
my fingers print clawing up,

wasting a life.

Our synapses are hopeful,
pulling me into the air.
I rose up,
saw the tress
covered in blood
And walked away.

Don’t you worry, I will die again.
But that time better
More beautiful and
romantic.
Fall into the water and hopefully
the lonely moon won’t bring me back

again.

Black and White Roses

You spend all your days
writing your stolen stoic siliques
on your throne made from white roses;

which should be mine.

Dream you dreams of a better world,
where the fire in the core
of your broken world,
dies out, yet we’re still alive.

The earth is at your feet,
following your stupid rules
of hope and good.
Where altruism follows through
and evil was lost and gone.

I forgot a long time ago,
I was the Grimm antagonist.

The master deceiver,
the treacherous villain.
I’m the evil witch,
who breaks the worlds hearts
with her whore magic,
concocted from dead flowers
and broken desires.

Bleeding Through

Bury me in ash
while you cut my throat,
water the roses with my blood
and fertilise the sunflowers with my bones.

Dry me out until the skin is gone
and my heart has turned to stone.
The rip it out and eat it
while I lie down on my own.

Go far away
swim into the sea.
With my heart in your hand
and my blood in your mouth.

Come back one day
and raise me from hell.
I shall sit up from my shallow grave
a shadow of a girl.

Lost in state on dead.

My Love

Lay your head on my stomach my love,
kiss my hips, then bite to the bone.
Glide your hands up my thighs
then at their meeting plant the most beautiful rose
and leave it there to die.

Rip out my heart
with your blunt fingertips;
then suck out all of the blood
until it is just a rotten apple.

Put your lips on mine
until all my breath goes into you.
Put me to sleep with a beautiful melody
and poisoned cranberry juice.

Take my skin in your lovely hands
and rip it off piece by piece,
pull my veins and tie them in darling bows.

Then leave me alone to bleed,
before you dare say you love me.

Comment Je Suis Mort

I shall carve out the stars
from the twinkling sky
that my dreams are trapped in.
I’ll make my eyes sparkle
like those unbreakable diamonds

then I will capture the moon
with all its profound
loneliness, cut
a hard-hearted shape
and place it into
a beating chest

and all the planets in the
heavens above
shall merge into one.
Through
the tempestuous rage
that will occupy
my mad mad mind.

In my final act
in this magical dream,
I will usurp all
the seas that hide among
the stormy shore
and take all the desire
and run it through my veins
until
my heart flutters

dead.