“Dream yourself awake in your red and black velvet coffin
Back to a reality that’s only real for you
Where your insides are your outsides and everything is shatter-mirrors-ugly
But at least now you’re not repulsive all alone
And no one shies from your smiling façade of a poorly hidden “please die”
Just take another aspirin or prescribed placebo pill
Whenever the sun begins to rise and chase away your soul mate storm clouds
Why suffer through the blur of cigarette smoke headaches and stale candles
When the light streak under the door beckons entrance to a grey world for the dreaming
Of bats and owls and sunsets at four in the afternoon
You need only choke on the pill in the Clandestine bottle
From a hired friend payed to listen in forged affection checks
Wake up to your conjured dreamland stupid creature
Laugh at the irony and delight in the pain of a stilted growth
A stem of thorns protruding from your swollen side
Eagerly dripping to dye the white tiles crimson shades
Seal with a kiss the gun loaded once with revenge’s bullet pointed true
And bask in a spotlight that’s avoided you till now when even the rocks pay attention
Bright circles newly cast by a world whose only interest is you
Pay no heed the strangely proportioned warning signs washed pale
In the ragged fur of interconnected beasts playing tricks on the eyes
Gnashing their layered teeth of blood lust
Your demons – the wolves in the walls with breath like fire
As you descend twisted stairs to explore it all anew
Fireworks of color released by lighting dandelions
Loud yellow weeds popping into hazes to obscure a harvest moon
And white seeds let fly in disappearing acts
Accompanied by macabre beauty wearing rat-adorned wrists
Dreadfully seductive with stutter-inducing eyes into your soul
Giggling at the somber and spending the dark with colorful strobe lights
Nothing is strange in the reality of the dream to first-sight loves
But ration your freedom encrusted in black sugar suicide
Let it be short lived or long died approaching
Scrawl an “I love you” in blood from your side before you collapse into shadows
Where beauty has no place save under a tree grown gnarled
Twisted and crooked raised in a soil of bones
Strung down by a tattered rope like a lace choker on a lady’s warm neck
Old friends once forgotten now wink in their nooses
Left for alive in a world of the dead, spare feelings up for the collecting
If tentacles don’t care to collect them first
Searching and grasping to force you back where others pay no mind when you’re there
Only silenced with needle and thread, pinned by decay
Your only chance to be saved as they said now imploding
As if you care, as if you’re not totally elated
Forever in an overdosed haze of negatively charged opposites washed dirty
Your world now your own as you wanted for bad or good
There’s no room for remorse under this tombstone”
~Written by yours truly on 5/25~
