Empty Anger

So much anger
So much rage
It fills me up
It’s in my veins
And in my bones
It tastes like rust
On my tongue
Like blood gone bad

Empty
My veins cold
And my bones hollow
Nothing but silence
All emotions drained
It tastes like dark
On my tongue
Like an empty room

On or off
Everything or nothing
What breaks me most
Is that for me
There is no in between
Just the quiet
Before the storm
And the storm

Rough Edges

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We hold softly
Gently
In our hands
Those things we’ve broken
As if somehow
If we are gentle enough
We can put back together
Those things we made fall apart
But even if
Somehow
We made those pieces fit
It wouldn’t be the same
Running our fingertips
Across the smooth
We would feel the rough
People are like that
And the relationships
That bind us
And while we can never be
Put back together exactly the same
We can grow to find comfort
In those rough edges
For in those rough edges
Are the stories
Of how we came to be

The Slipping Mask

I can feel it now
This mask is slipping
But underneath
Another awaits
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen myself
Without a mask
That I don’t even recall
What I am like
Without one on
Don’t be offended
If you never see
Whatever it is
That is the real me
You see these masks
That I wear
Protect you
As much
As they protect me

Something Darker

It’s something different
Maybe a little more violent
Certainly something
A little darker

Close your eyes
And take my hands
And let slip those things
You hide inside

Let your shadows
Slip into mine
Let my shadows
Slip into yours

I don’t mind the dark
Lingering around me
Especially
When it’s yours

Alone

My broken pieces
Far too jagged
To ever fit
With anyone else

My jagged pieces
Far too broken
To ever connect
With anyone else

I’ll never know
What it feels like
To be held by arms
That need to hold me

I’ll never know
What it feels like
To hold someone
That needs to be held by me

I’ll never know
What it feels like
To be anything else
Than alone

That Corner

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That corner
It offered no shelter
No protection
From what you knew
Was soon to come

That corner
Listened to your tales
It never judged
It knew the secrets
That no one knew

That corner
You haven’t seen
In so very long
But still see in nightmares
Far too often

That corner
With its scratches
(Your scratches)
And it’s tear stained paint
(Your tears)

That corner
In that dark
And dusty room
How after a while
It felt like home

Let Our Demons Play

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My demons
Craving hers
Her demons
Craving mine

Blood and bruises
Dragons and snakes
A dark lust
Hungers to be sated

Her hair tangled
In my fist
Her throat gripped
Between my fingers

Showing her
All the ways
That she is mine

My skin
Beneath her nails
My flesh
Between her teeth

Showing me
All the ways
That I am hers

Let the rest
Of the world bleed
Tonight
Our demons feed