ReanimatHer

After she ripped out
my heart, I
think it's only fair
that I cut her throat
jus repaying the favor
since I have to live
like that, then
she should live like this
I hate that I
damaged her voice box
since did so love
our conversations
but at least now
she can't complain
as every talk will
literally be one sided
If I inject that
neon green liquid,
I can restore stasis
making my life better
ironically thru a needle hole
greedy, yes I know
plus I wonder if there
will still be a full
and complicated soul
in that non ticking chest
alive as the dead living
with our sins unforgiven
Can we ever be truly
fully functional?
try to quench this
sciene based insanity
unkowning at best
I wish us
placid and placate
like spirits at rest
there is only one chance
like a true
or false test
Suppose I'll jus
have to try
I guess

Afterlife with Archie series issues #6-66 (Limited Edition)

I'm in a dope house with Cole Sprouse
my Riverdale unvail, hope sprouts
no clouts- clouds when we go out
it's no doubt we smoke out
bitch back blow out
flip on the tv
see me show outs
But it won't last
it's like getting attached
to a horror film cast
or getting high to forget my past
that got me nowhere fast
wa feeling awesome
Like Jason Blossom playing possum
up until they caught him
Dad came and shot him
I need brand new
so sick at the bottom
Misery and Drugs-
yea I got em
got caught in Oxycontin
See you again like T the Creator
hooked up with Cheryl
even tho i hate her
red hair down there
don't care- I ate her
made her my ginger masturbator
then i got some Jughead
and like Mary and Fred
I jus said "see you later"
tried to kill myself and
got the shaft of the elevator
then I went with the dark side
like I'm Darth Vader
the Force was strong in me
Satan sang His song to me
and every word was on the key
Now I know I belong, born to be
evil, the Devil, I'm on that level
Now I Baal out, all out
til my world disheveled
unravelled, emotionally embezzled
Walking with a ghost
And I don't need a Malone
for the things that I post
a demon I host
inside I'm fried
and fuct up the most
I need to lodge a Veronica
or a pretty thing
that's into Chanukah
cover my bald with the yarmulke
if she really want it huh
jamming like a Yamaha
cuz Betty got a dark
like Lana I ride
to meet Sabrina
seen her on the otherside
Greenfield, low yield
then I died
not physically, you cannot see
but it's inside
the abyss is growing,
seeds a sowing
He who walks behind the rowing
my boat on a dead sea
scroll down and they see
eventually- that consequently
there is no me
nothing to see, so please, slowly
like Ke$ha: blow me

oPanasonic, or Exhausted Options

Mundane dreams that
disrupt my already tenative
sleep, more alarming
than a fire alarm
more annoying than
my overflowing urethra
I wish I had nightmares
instead of screenshots
of meaningless images
that have no bearing
I do not sleep
perchance to dream
I barely sleep at all
not fully nor to completion
more or less
one big nod
moralless
no pig god
exhausted wordplay
is as lame as
Tiny Tim
I need to walk
away from this
my head hurts
my body is sore
I should take my meds
I should lay back down
I should cease to
exist, at least for now

209Angel (livingdeadgirl)

She almost ruined
all I adore, e.g.
 my Queen
a killing moon
the epilogue
She almost tore apart
my witch house
as She did my heart
but I can't place
blame, tho I want
to so fucking badly
Cuz it was all me
I let Her in
I let Her hurt
and I miss Her
every hour of the day...
Her laugh, Her smile
the look in Her eyes
as She was about
to kiss me
kiss is kill
kiss is kill
everything in reverse
take me back there
please take me back
I truly fucking hate
my shallow grave
my inability to cry
and my malfunctioning heart
My world is empty
as meaningless as always
the stars lied above
and decided to misalign
for me, for us
now there is no Us
only yoU and
jus barely mySelf
Why does fate find
this need to tortment me?
Why did I have to
taste the alkaline of happiness?
Why do I need to know
sincere intense wonderful
predetermined love?
Why did I ever meet You
and how can I ever let go?
She was my death,
made of beautiful soft skin
in Her perfect form
I'm still bleeding
so badly inside
it's leaking thru the bandages
cuz I ripped down
my walls, only to be forced
to retreat further into
my personal abyss
and try to repair
It kills me to still
love Her and I
still love Her
and She doesn't give
a fuck. at All

Notes from the Debauchery Room

Intrinsically connected
thru any pain
and all flame
those of us chosen
Born to Die
we do not fear fate
we play the hand
that was dealt
we play it to
the bone, muscle intact
and veins slowly healing
Sonic youth
but we grew quiet
our flame was doused
after it was used to
cook a spoonful
of our true love
On the floor laying
next to an empty closet
and close to the bathroom
where we deposit
dope induced vomit,
attempting to empty
bladders fully failing
clocks meant nothing
responsibility a joke
laughed and cried
fought and made up
hot-blooded dripping
right over the threshold
of her freezing bedroom
It was our own special
place, somewhere only we know
unhealthy as can be
nothing to glorify
or celebrate
But fuck it-
I miss that time
I miss that place

A Love Affair on Elm St.

I am the recurring nightmare
that you jus had
for the very first time
which is to say
I will be seeing you again
nightly visits,
visions of
night terror
these things that go bump
I only visit in darkness
baby I'm the man of
your dreams
kiss me sweet
with your shining lips
that shimmer not with
gloss or lipstick
no make-up could make
that special shade
of crimson glory
Place your leaking lips
to me tender
for the last time
before you awaken
claw marks across
your sweat soaked bedsheets
It's getting hot in here
a boiling room where
our passions infuse
I'll see you soon my dear
I'm always there
waiting for closed eyes
I'm Craven you
I am literally burning alive

Devouring Waves

White clouds give way
to gray, blue turns black
sky begins the pour
of ceaseless violent rain
beating down,
replace the skin
breaking us down,
refresh our sin
absolve us of old
allow us a new
chance to revert
or choice to grow
our paths can be reforged
simple as
a promise made
to a lover
but kept like
lying to ourselves
Lie with myself
inside and out burns
taking in all
the hydration
water over flame
and I wonder,
still I wonder
which path I will claim