Sunday, August 22, 2010

COLD FURY :: 2010

Cold fury

You stay at my heels

Like man's best friend

Pure anger

You hold me together

Like a tourniquet of sin

Peaceful darkness

You lick the wounds

That love drove in


Peace

Was the cunt

That held my tongue

Every time

His button was "pushed"

Calm

Was the undertow

That pulled respect

Away from me

In a fucking whoosh

Love

Was the circus mirror

That refused

To show the ugly truth

Apologies

Were the lies

That made me think

This was too much to lose


Delusional

I took your touch

To be unselfish

Your warmth

Inside of me

Something to cherish

But the truth

Behind you

Leaves the memories

Tainted

This ambitious love

Is no longer

A future

I painted


Hid me

When you fucking wanted to

Pushed me away

When you were through

Pulled me back

And said you didn't know

What to fucking do

Lied about me

And screamed

And called me insane

Your own demons

Are a bitter reflection

Of the truth

When YOU

Say MY name



PARIS IS BURNING :: 2010

Starving for darkness

Can't escape the light

Violated my naïveté

Raped me with no fight

Illuminating every

Raw gash

Now tattooed

On my skin

Etched in my aorta

Is a story

I wish

Would end


Pull me

To Paris

Burn me

Till I have

A pure tongue

Rip my thoughts

Before they have

A pathway

To my lung

Breaths of song

Escape

Like a vapor

And fulfilling mist

This is Paris

Burning

Inside me

To escape

And cease

To exist

Like this


Pride goes

Before

Destruction

And this man

Fucks

With his burka

On

My soul

Is shrouded

In my own

Internal mystery

A case

To solve

On my own


Death is

My vulture

And she sits

On my right shoulder

Above my tattoo

She whispers

How she will

Stop my heart

And dance

When the beat

Falls through

Life feels

Like syrup

Too sweet

For me to

Consume, it's true

So I let Death

Tease me

With all the twisted things

That she wants

To do


The heart tickles

With embers

Of misery

That claws

Too deep

To sleep

Paris is like

Nirvana

On a horizon

I want to keep

Love is

Abandoned

Because intimacy

Can feel so cold

The closer they

Get In

The easier it is

To see what was sold


What price my soul

What price my body

I will build an alter

Assassinate my character

And he will

Rise

Like a Holy Father

Destroy my

Romanticism

Drown me in an orgy

Of superficial bawling

Fatigue

Is mightier

Than this passion

I go to find myself

Paris is calling