lay into this death bed.
a bed of grass in which these empty dreams have been drained.
they burn.
I burn
the air is hydrogen.
my lungs are flame.
the air so chilling and lungs to blame
my bones ache and my throat closed
I can’t breath you anymore
I would kill to be your cloths
to hang from your skin and drench you in me
your eyes like literature and smile like water
you can set the burns to peace
I drink you
I drown
your air is nitrogen
my lungs mere tissue
why haven’t you taken the life of me.
why haven’t you taken me away.
I can’t begin to explain to you what i can see
I can’t see
through the ash of a chaotic reign
through plumes of smog that have outnumbered me
what words could describe?
what feelings could express
the thoughts I thought of you
you drown me in your thought.
you engulf me in my pain
pain that comes from the one and only person that i could make feel the same.
i can’t make you feel the same
i feel you
i feel pain
the pain that i know you can never know
i burn from the inside out
the volcanic ash has never burned me so sensually
I burn
I heal
What have i become
what have i become?
the thought of kneeling and collapsing sooths me
but the thought of fighting cringes in the corners of the seas of me mind
do you know me?
can you see me?
elusive as day and broad as night you creep in the depths of my mind
so real yet surreal
can you see my mind yet?
what has me having you so close?
what finds me finding you so near?
I find you
I leave you.
alone we stay and breath transparent air
air that burns of lonely stench
corpses of our dead dreams rot
but nothing compared to the lonely love i fell into
I can breath but i can't feel.
I feel your breath
on ghostly skin of mine which knows everything of your touch
your touch
the one that soothed me and cracked the glass skin of my heart
I can taste the formaldehyde you poured down my throat still
nothing compared to your touch