mercoledì 20 aprile 2016

are you sure it's not love

are you sure it's not love
when he's pumping inside me
when I come on his cock
are you sure it's not love?
cause my body deceives me
in the waves of my pleasure
she is screaming to me
this is love, this is love.
are you sure it's not love?
when we collapse together
our sweat intermingles
my hands in his hair
and our hearts beat together
now we need one another
forever united
are you sure it's not love?

martedì 12 aprile 2016


DAMN YOU mockingbird.
The fucking demon is back again
While I'm trying to sleep!
Trying to innocently
Peace here and your
Full to spilling over with mental disease
Teeming with schizomania and psychonarcissism
My fucking skin crawls
And I try to feel my heart
Beating hard under phantom ticks in my palm or on my chest
I hate the way you steal the night
Just out of sight
Of my uncle's shotgun.
Time to drag out the white noise.

mercoledì 6 aprile 2016

Mockingbird How could you

How could you
Sneak into my night
Under the guise of an innocent one
Just faded childhood memories
Disguised for a time as solace
Till you tire and
Repetition falls to
You are mocking my black pain
Stuttersteps fall from your branch
Laced with nights next to him in this bed
The book open
His glasses on
It's his favorite story and
He is sharing it with me
My first time.
As you fucking forget common decency
Such as not ripping my heart out from your treetop stage tonight
He could be shooting anything in his veins
And how would I even know to attend his funeral?
Sing away you fuckwit
What could it matter my heart lies pumping its last red onto the floor
You're a demon in the dark
And they call you
The innocent.
I'd kill you
If it meant
Keeping dreams and hopes