I'm sorry that I left you things I could never take back. Words are inked across your heart from where I took my pen and I tried to create a map and you closed your eyes and you let me, you let. We were meant to be here, where the words congregate into something sensible only to the lucid eye of a madman. This is written, not with the lead of a crooked pencil point or the swelling black ink of a ... more »
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Love Letters Of A Beast
You have everything that hasnt fractured me already.
You have the pieces that I can spare, those misshapen, deformed things
that I cast aside and you picked up, unafraid, even as I screamed at you not to,
even as I begged you not too.
Now you know too much.
You know me too well.
So I had to do it and you had to touch me, one final time, didnt you, just to
make me feel again that final time as I stole your light and bundled it into
the empty thing of rattling bones and snapping teeth that I have become.
A halloweeen decoration you put out at parties that ...