i feel your acid tongue on my face,
peeling away paper from my bones
and speaking in an ancient language
your words are heard as screams and moans.
grasped tigtly in your claws i reach
for the razor blade dangling beside me,
it cuts my palm painting the floor
in scarlett symbols, i want to be free.
faeries dance beside your fire
and light the darkness of your cave,
wringing your neck with energy
brought forth from the depths of the grave.
terrorized whimpers sound in the air,
bloody handprints mark the door
watching for the pirate's signal
to drop the ropes down to the floor.
heading up the crumbling hill,
and walking toward the waterless well
dead flowers line the pathway
of the plank i walk on the way to hell.
screams subside, stone hits my feet
and pain shoots through my spine,
whispering taunts to my burning body
they laugh and drink the finest wine.
the carnation is laid on the top of the roof,
i freefall from its new resting place
and sing melodies of choking on your tears
marking the world with its own disgrace.
a penny for a shot of whiskey,
and two buys a pint of ale
reminding you of the days you lived
and stressed the way to fail,
horrible nights cloud your dreams
and play the saddest tune,
your restlessness is strengthening
your mother is dying so soon.
trampling flowers with a horsedrawn carriage,
you smile at your child,
who turns their demon eyes on you
and taunts the horses, mild.
finger on the trigger, pointless
nothing works to save a dime,
watching as you lose it all
you cannot buy back time.
marching forward the soldiers play
the song they've sung before
and lead the war against your freedom
as you die and fuck your whore.