TheMetalLesion

Whiskers so fine That cat was mine I loved to hear him purr Fur so soft I would hold him aloft Watch his feet dangle Eyes bright green Sparkle and sheen Pretty globes in a handsome face A fat feline I'm proud to say was mine I'm going to miss you dearly Goodbye Buddy

Agony in my veins Iron whips down Drawn in chains The inescapable fury Muscles strained and raging Clawed, stripped yet blurry Beating on the Inside Beating on the Outside perfection. Bloody and bruised The fists keep raining Drained, spent, used Lashings from power Staggering in hunger Cursing the tick of an hour Beating on the Inside Beating on the Outside Beating on the Inside Beating on the Outside perfection. The steel I cannot lift The weight I cannot break The faith I cannot shift The iron I cannot shake Beating on the Inside Beating on the Outside perfection...

You want me to save The person you all see; I'm dying to save The girl I'll never be.

don't. stay away from pencils and pens. don't look at keyboards or at blank pages of notebook paper. don't submit to the emerald sigh of vellichor, the shredded sheets of everything, everything you've worked your whole life to run away from. don't live in the moment. let love and fear float by, just a skimming whisper, because a whisper is better than nothing. a whisper is better than the brittle falling-apart of kairosclerosis. suffer from catoptric tristesse, but don't think about it (for too long, anyways.) look at the mirror but never look yourself in the eye, because who knows what you've become? don't write what you're feeling. y

i gave my heart to a crocodile but he used it as a toothpick so i took it back and gave it to Charlie Chaplin but he kept playing the dictator so i took it back and gave it to Houdini but he'd make it disappear every morn so i took it back and gave it to the Beatles but they threw it to their lunatic fans so i took it back and gave it to my chest but it was dark and bloody in there so i took it back and gave it to You, my Unloneliness, to stuff it next to yours - i heard from your veins there's room enough for Two in your rib cage.

Suffice it to say, that reds embedded their pallid eyes Eyes pallid of red embed, saying isn't to suffice As reds suffice, sufficiency of pallidity is to work on embedding ideas unto them Unto them, unto them red beset and embed Eyes embedded into their skulls, pallid with age and time Suffice time to wilt to red, blood seeping through bedded eyes Bedding is red, as red matches how we suffice, suffice to embed our thoughts in another's mind Another's mind: is their eyes. Who too had gone red. Embedding themselves, sufficiently deep with. Pallid is their time, time turns to red', asking for help yesterday, before tomorrow before we are to suff

In 24 hours I won't be here any longer It's a memo for myself not to forget I've never belonged here, Never will, but I try so hard to Put on my shirt, brush my teeth, and exist in this world I wonder where it is I was meant to be born, Pluto, or Mars, or somewhere far off from here They say God never makes mistakes But I knew it from the start The wrong body, the wrong hair, the wrong life I lead Who was I meant to be? In 23 hours, I'll ask Him how He's been, If He knows how I've been? Does He forgive me? Though He spites me, I believe He must. I know I haven't been to Church since I was a child, I was never a morning person, I wonder if H