Blue eyes say i love you then rip your heart out

Eyes glued open and mouth tapped shut

Not literally but i can't seem to function.

Her hair auburn and long, his hair blonde and short.

Im a fly watching my life dissolve as they toss and sweat.

Im a heart cracking with every pant from her gaping mouth.

Blues eyes never looked so ugly, once clear now filled with trash

Im still frozen, to think 18 looked so good yesterday. Its nothing but ash now.

Call the angels or better yet the devil, better tell him im on my way.

This sidewalk once paved gold is now a barren salt flat.

My sky has fallen and my air is toxic and disgusting.

I've been gone so long the sun has been eaten by the moon.

Yet the two still infect my mind, a mental cancer eating at my thoughts.

My heels bled and painted my white socks red, in a shape of a smile they laugh.

A door.

A couch.

Flashing images play on repeat, a loop of madness.

Stairs and a furry dog named Cat asleep.

A bathroom.

Forget lights lets wash in the darkness. I could fall down the drain feeling this small.

Im washing my brown hair with soap, Im scrubbing my skin and bones with conditioner.

Fuck shampoo.

Fuck the wash cloth

Fuck this bathroom mirror!

If i could see the life seep out i might of gagged or maybe laughed but i said fuck the lights as well.

Cleaning up glass like they were the shards of what was left of me.

I was stabbed in the back by trust herself, an angel came down and pressed her foot on my head holding my face in a toilet.

Puking out what was left of mothers pasta, along with my faith.

A bed never looked so beautiful.

Hand never looked so red.

A man

never felt like an ant like me.

Eyes never wanted to look the suns blessing again

Dreams of

Yesterday

Blue eyed with auburn hair, full pink lips on a sleeping smile, skin of flawless art.

The sun is still asleep and im wide awake. An angel slumbers in my arms.

A vibration under the pillow shows its time to leave this heaven.

She's blinking at me, her gaze whispers i love you.

A window, and an 8 foot drop.

A slide walk paved of gold.

A city still asleep, the stone giants tower scraping the sky.

Prostitution of products, music and television line the walls of the giants

Walking onward towards the slowly awakening sun.

Its glow touching my face, lighting up my eyes of emerald and trees.

Blonde hair off in the distance, Jogging and coming in fast.

An exchange of knuckles and a pat upon backs.

Laughter and praise of times before and tomorrows birthday plans.

We shares no blood, But we might as well.

He's gone like a leaf caught in a twister and im crawling from exhaustion.

A door.

A Cat on the couch

A bed that awaits my skin on its sheets and sleep to fill my mind of an Angel.

Just kidding..

To be continued.