Satan’s Scalp

One minute, soaring so high
So high even the sky was jealous

Two minutes, saying things on the top of my scalp
Not bad, but annoying

Times have changed, zones
Prone to become something I can only tolerate intoxicated and under the knife

And all I had wanted minutes prior, were my wings to be clipped and my feathers to drop
A shell if you will, to leave behind

And all I felt was the loudness of my bludgeoned body parts, lightened inside the drowned space

Confided, but not claustrophobic
Tense, but not shaken

Demons calm, so intensely, immensely calm

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Imprinsoned Whispers

If we were locked together in eachother’s own imprisonment, I’d whisper frailities and insanities that keep me going in hopes that you’ll still pick me up

As we fall, enrolling arms into our bodies, morfing, melting into our skins

And while we cascade around, decades seem so faded into the backs of our little minds, molded to worry about things we no longer need

Safe walks and trench coats wrapped around the brains we have tainted in such bewilderment of the devils touch

Hold me closer baby, let me swarm and smother you

Misassembled Limbs

Crawling up the limbs with roots tangled like the hair fraying on the backs of our hands
And aiming upwards a long with the claws that my teeth have become, digging harder

Screeching of the veins opening up as I reach closer, grabbing, grasping finally the destination of cloud winded galaxies

Brightly coloured shrapnel falling down as the winds pick up and drop me back onto my feet, lapping up the blood from the soot and soil, drenching in all it’s glory

Sleepless Needs

So worth losing sleep over, you are
What I want and need but all of a sudden I start seeing you as someone I want to see in a bad way
Because my mind tends to turn what’s good into something that kills me faster but doesnt kick in until later
I want you, but I’m too tainted, poisoned, I am
Trying but not trying hard enough and my wings are telling me to fly but the temperature is dropping
Falling back onto the ground, one wing pointing upwards and the other being laid upon

Crush the Barcodes

I’ll probably leave an in print inside of you, on your sheets and in your hair
You’ll try to wash me out, but not even a remover can get rid of me

You might find my name amongst authors in the nearest bookstore and a few of my phone number digits engrained in grocery store barcodes

You’ll hear me behind someone’s laugh and smile

I may not be the brightest of colours, but I express more vibrancy than any rainbow can

Tell me that you won’t leave me, be my caregiver and shelter me from my own storm, show me that I’m not alone

Lit up eyes

Youre not as bad as I make you out to be
Everyone has their flaws, especially those who throw theirs at people

You’re more than I give you credit for and the skies want their stars back because you replaced them with your shimmering eyes

Little do you know, do i know, we may be, might be something, sometimes somewhere around the world

Body Ghost

I know this area, sort of and something about it, everything reminds me of those I’ve never foot step here with before

It’s as though they’re haunting me like a spirit with unfinished business, only these are still alive as far as I’m aware

Taunted by the very taunt itself of memories I’ve never shared with certain ghosts of my past inwhich I created myself

Version of my past self live here, born here to someone as a stranger to myself and yet my heart feels something dark sitting in the seat of my legs