breathing, but silent. watching. waiting. again and again and again. come to my window tonight, beast, and my flesh shall dance. ribbons of twilight encompass your violent eyes until I’m lost in a swirling mist. my razorblade smile draws beads of crimson roses. a tributary from the great river I yearn for. liquid red swabbed with velvet lying just below your porcelain crust. humour me, my feast, and wrap that probing tongue around my blade.

through these puddles doused, drenched

i see myself again and again

each time more confusing than the last

then finally with bruised and broken remnants

of the former me

i become

god-like

a realization

bringing me back

to the memory of each stone being placed

a bright light breaks through

leaving you

no choice but to find

comfort in me

this rusted cage

swinging

me back and forth from reality

to insanity

i cannot find

comfort in either

my escape is made

right {correct?} within myself

a fetal glimpse

a nuetral sin

NARMOTHERFUCKINGWHALS!

Check this out first… Battle’s Response.

Jealousy runs wild

Blonde, thin, womanly

His ’stache fails to thrive

~Nick

A dark and sweet friend

He is right under my nose

Chocolate milk ’stache

~Nick