Masquerade
Prosthetic Womb
Sound
I Cried
I admit it, I cried. I cried and sobbed like a little bitch,
I’m bawling loudly, uncontrollably,
Like the worthless scum that I am .
Now my tears and prayers fall mute,
Upon the deaf ears of an absentee summer goddess.
I didn’t deserve you, I was never the ideal man.
I was an idiot for believing in this dream,
For believing you could love a wretch like me.
I flew to close to the beautiful summer sun,
I dared to wish to drink your sweet caresses,
And now I am paying the price.
On the way home, I find it difficult to drive,
I attempt to sing, lyrics coming out little more than tear choked wails,
While tears and scrunched up eyes obscure my field of vision.
The first summer was the most beautiful of all,
When our love was new and optimistic,
When the future was so promising,
And our first vocalizations of love were so innocent and pure.
You were willing to look past my defects,
To see something inside me worth loving,
And discover the strength I never knew I had.
Now I sit here, writing this,
Parked under a solitary street lamp,
Caterwauling like a child with a broken bone,
I imagined your caresses to be so soft,
Your words so sweet and tender,
Your kisses unrivaled even by those of the summer sun.
I have lost you now, for good.
You are leaving me to find your own happiness,
Having no further need for me,
You leave me to suffer the absence of a ghost.
Worlds
Sleepyhead
So you fell asleep on the phone. read a couple paragraphs, after asking you if you were awake, and prompted you to read.
Except I heard nothing but breathing. Kitty is snoring.
I shouted at you to wake up, nothing. hung up, texted, called.
Nothing.
Sigh.
Sweet dreams Kitty.
Tags: asleep
January 2009
The Moment
This is the moment in which my heart breaks,
My heart paralyzes, deathly still,
My breath catches in my throat,
My voice rises an octave as I ask for clarification,
And despite what I wish to hear,
Before she speaks I know,
This is the moment in which my heart breaks.
Our love is of a twisted variety,
Even as she breaks my heart,
She attempts to preserve it,
Even as she twists and pulls the blade,
She attempts to bandage the wound,
Bandaging with her hair.
Sanitizing with her precious tears,
This is the moment in which my heart breaks.
She is my life,
She is my world,
She is my dream,
She is my life in a dream world,
A dream world shattering in the moment that my heart breaks,
Crystal shards glisten in the moonlight,
A spectrum of colors dancing across my face,
The fragments of something beautiful pierce my skin,
Marring the face she claims to love,
Destroying what could once be found beautiful,
This is the moment in which my heart breaks.
Recounting stories of old,
Stories of happier days,
Sharing dreams of a future that never was,
Laughing as we sob,
Even as hearing her voice twists the blade,
In between sobs I ask her to continue,
Fearing I may never hear that angelic voice again,
This is the moment in which my heart breaks.