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ghost.

ghost
from favin.com

I am a bag of bones
Time took its toll
She spits the seeds I’ve sown
Then swallows my soul

There’s empty space
under my suit of skin
She wears my face
But I didn’t let her in

Do they know she’s here?
This buzz inside my skull
She clings to my fears
Her pain never dulls

There’s a ghost
in my house.
And I don’t know how to get her out.

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equilibrium.

 

Apsara Sea Nymph by Din

the disposition of rage,
unbridled.
a reflection of homologous nature,
simpatico.
the forbearance of wrath,
obliged.
a body of water,
still.
the extinguishment of vexation,
palliate.
a testament of fidelity,
infrangible.

stone hands.

stonehands
Photo Credit: silverkeysart

he’s got these hands made of stone
beneath lies the dust of her bones
jagged from the glass he’s thrown
blood bags laden in units unknown
too late to atone

helium.

poetry at dearintrovert.com

A love that lifts me up,

chemical element,

noble,

atomic number 2.

Floats me to the stars,

weightless,

his love,

it’s like Helium.

He.

formication.

lifestealer
Lifestealer by Dan Verkys

The walls, they’re caving in
I sit idle, center of room
Folded up inside my mind
Origami swan in a flesh tomb

The heart, its drumming wild
I sit idle, center of sin
Beating the rhythm of my past
Cardiac arrest in a cage of ribs

The skin, its centipede crawling
I sit idle, center of plague
Festering from the inside out
Parasitic host lost in the vague

the space between

abluce16
taken from @abluce16

In the space between happiness and hardness,
I can find you hiding there.
The violence in your head stopping time,

but I too, am fucked beyond repair.

 

In the space between sorrow and sadness,

your darkness came to fuse with mine.
An introductory of our finest demons,
trapped by choice or grand design.


In the space between rage and romance,
we can dance together in the fiery ring.
Bruised hearts, ragged souls, bloody knuckles
it seems such a beautiful thing.

 

the silence.

enjoy_the_silence

Those deep ocean eyes tell me a story,
one that stalls behind gritted teeth.
I care not a fuck about spoken words,
let them crash amidst tangled feet.
I find comfort in the shared silence,
please tell me things without speaking.
We’ll become observant mother fuckers,
here’s to heart valves that start leaking.
Let’s prepare to get lost in the nothing,
we can find the light left in the dark.
It’s survival among the bitter and broken,
we’ll ignite to make this kindling spark.

ghosts.

Call-of-duty-ghosts
Photo from http://www.vg247.com

a magnet for the emotionless
the ghosts, they floated
faded and fucked up
to a full heart, bloated

poltergeists take up space
never permanent, only drifting
paranormal self destroyers
carry the weight, heavy lifting

curse of the apparition
prepare for the exorcism
expel the heart haunter
emerge from the cataclysm

run Lucifer, run.

taken from www.bhmpics.com
taken from http://www.bhmpics.com

 

A black veil of lies masks the true form beneath
He longs for the angelic soul – too far out of reach
She is the chosen one – cuts straight through the deceit
Lucifer, it’s time to reveal your horned head and hoofed feet
Lustful whispers escape the mouth of the beast
Hunting down the flesh, he is commanded to feast

But you can’t dance with the devil without getting burned
Another piece of her heart charred black with each turn
Her red gown it twirls – up in flames – he spins her round
He fucks with the head and the heart never making a sound

Each time she lets go, he buries his claws in deeper

For his own selfish pleasure, he desires to keep her
Demon, don’t you know? Your darkness is starting to show

A razor blade tongue spews forth hellish lies – no surprise

Something cold and ugly lies in wait – he knows there’s no escape

His insidious evil she has now overcome

It’s time to run Lucifer

RUN

 

 

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