eat the blood

a shit eating grin

a scream 

a tongue 

snaking out

spilling poison words

venomous anonymous

what is real anymore

who murdered truth, justice, love

and other such afflictions

who will deny the answers

when the questions seems to change

transform with the seconds

break up and rearrange

till the broken finger is pointing back 

at you

bone stubs pierce the skin like pine needles

falling down in the endless snow

that covers up the sins that we don't know

in this frozen wasteland

we hurt each other

we bleed each other

we hate each other

we need each other

till my blood is in your mouth

and my mouth is filled with taste of copper

you look at me and smile

with blood in your teeth

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nightmares about teeth

scratch the surface

wait for 2 AM
for what is sleep?
but an inconvenient gap
in this cycle of familiarity
even if a full day ahead
waits already with glint in its eye
with a knife hidden in a sweaty fist
it could go either ways
it knows as well as I do
but what fun is a day
without a few scratches
or some wounds to show for it
every day the scabs open
like doors to the temple
of some ancient deity
reverently we rip them off
consumed by a fervent piety
no matter how much we scratch
how much we bleed
it's only the surface
the wounds go too deep
perhaps now
it's time to sleep

shine

even arsonists are lightbringers
fire, doesn't always mean destruction
a knife is a knife, but in the right hands
it can change the world

one slice at a time

could you cut me a slice of that cake
or slice my jugular and watch me quake
as the blood sprays all over the ceiling and walls
and weakened and dying, i curl up in a ball
maybe I'll rock, or maybe start to roll

besides the point, though
the point being
we all shine
whether we burn or burn others

every heart is an arsonist in diguise