Lick it

Momma said
Dont lick the knife
You’ll cut yourself
And sure, shes right
But blood is what
This body craves,
On rising from
Unhallowed grave.

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Thoughts on passing a church in the dark.

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Let me burn

Light the match
Watch it burn
As elsewhere all
The world still turns

Pile up
All the memories
And cast a flame
In gentle breeze

If magic were
Within my grasp
Would I this mind
Erase at last
Or keep it all
Enshrined for aye
Remembering
Our summer days

The flame it flickers
Catches light
Shining out
This darkened night
Plunging headlong
In the fire
Scrabbling
To save desire
Wrench from ashes
What remains
Amidst the kiss
Of gentle flames
Once more to feel
That tender touch
Warmth I’ve missed
Can’t help but clutch
As burning fingers
Catch alight
To match a heart
Which burned too bright
Here let me be
In all consumed
My body burns
As soul was too.

Thought wrong

Thought I’d know just what to say
To stop your need to run away.
Thought I’d know just what to do
To keep on holding, loving you.
Thought I’d know just what to think
Before life took me to the brink.

Thought I had a handle
But I haven’t reached the mantle
And far from understanding more
I’ve grown a rotten selfish core
That’s drowning in the fires it lit
Before reality in fullness hit.

Thought I’d know just what to say
To heal the hurt and stop the pain.
Thought I’d know just what to do
To keep from coming back to you.
Thought I’d know just what to think
But never knew how low I’d sink.