poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Dismantle my limbs, piece by piece. My soul floats above, watching the carnage. Here lies the massacre of selves, and I feel weightless. Complacent. Pull me apart, and insert all of the ashes from the fires you have thrown me into. Smoke signals speak to the inter-dimensional beings. Let me breathe after you obliterate me.… Continue reading The Real Me.
All that background noise that you hear, the buzzing in your head; the ringing in your ears, it’s the glitch, and it’s filled with static. A haunting between moments of time. The present. The past. The future. Blending. Bending. The clash of multiple worlds. Beautiful violence in the slightest of movements. Does it ever slow… Continue reading I am Alive.
I dance with my beautiful demons; we spin chaotically around the hollow room, laughter booming, filling the stagnant air with music and madness. I love when my demons wrap me up in their magnetic strength. Tightly; forcefully, binding our ties together, as they hold me against their chest. They take my breath away, and god,… Continue reading Bound
Your desire is to annihilate me, and set me ablaze, but I was crafted by fire. I come alive in the fiery haze. The vivid flames travel through my pulsing veins, and oh, how I admire my incandescent skin as I am covered from limb to limb with smoldering ashes. I bathe in the embers.… Continue reading Third degree burns
To most people I am either too much, or not enough, and that used to bother me to the point where I’d make myself fit into any situation. I can’t do it anymore though. It hurts to stretch my skin or shrink myself down to an unrecognizable human. Solitude has become my main friend. There’s… Continue reading Breaking the mold
Unraveling my soul 