-Poetry-

She stood on the forest edge,

Stolen in the eyes, thin.

Not flesh and bone like I,

No. Perfect.

When I looked at her, I saw what I wanted

A desire of what I could be 

Yet, painfully, greed. A rotten sin to man.

“Follow me” she says, “all you need”

But that forest she stood in, and though perfect she seemed

The rot to hell, a circle looking just like it

7 circles deep.

For to follow her, to transform ideals

Is to starve the soul, until it weeps

Disgraceful to gifts of God.

Death. 

She might promise beauty

Claim happiness lies in her hand

But truly, she carries guilt

And if you are to follow

The self destruction of man.

Be warned.

Turn away instead. 

The darkness tried to eat my mind,

I remember it,

Because it clawed over my skin,

Nails piercing my arms.

Standing on the edge of a dock,

Where all the water turned black,

And came up toward me.

But then there was you. 

You in the water, breaking up,

Black tar dripped down your skin,

And you lured me into your words.

You stood between me.

And down there. 

But why did you come?

I don’t know the answer.

All I know is this…

You held me. Kissed my head with written fragments.

One after the next.

Everyday.

The black tar stayed around your skin.

But in mine, it dripped. Away.

And then, one month later… you took a step back.

You promised you’d be with me,

But around your skin, cuffs,

Spoke another truth. 

It pulled around your waist.

And I tried to catch your hand.

The blackness chewed.

One finger, then the next,

It slipped into the dark. 

My fingers pried at splintered wood,

My hair fell near uneasy waves.

The water was no longer black.

And you were no longer there. 

And I cried,

But when I stood up…

I saw golden lines,

Leading me home. 

I saw blood in the gutter today.

Murky, brown.

Running. Cold.

Blood in the gutter. 

I wondered whose it was. 

As its metallic zing pricked my nose.

Driving itself into my skin.

I saw blood in the gutter. 

When he dumped me I cried

Not because of him

But for you

Because when he left

He tore off the bandaid which I had meticulously placed

On the wound you left in my heart.

And now I am bleeding.

Blood in the gutter.

Every drop crescents with your creation.

It is your fault I bleed.

I look down upon that blood in the gutter

And I know it is mine.

For you have left me.

And I have tried desperately to fill a hole.

But it cannot be stopped.

It cannot be contained.

Not until you come back,

So you have left me here,

Blood in the gutter.

Under sour moonlight.

To face my bleeding heart alone. 

Cristal on the edge of oblivion,

The simple water as glass to walk upon,

Yet not a footprint shall break its ember lined path

I looked out as day do look at sun,

The twisted ends of my hair behind me,

They reach out to the world for fun,

You do say you love me,

Yet fantasy is yours to hold tight,

For your lips do seal with the taste of what’s wrong and right.

The touch of passion is sweet glory,

Yet in the bubbled water,

The taste of star shine,

You leave me in the nights of wonder,

As you are only a rhyme,