Brian wants it
he wants it hard and fast and painful
he wants it gripping and bleeding
rug burns on his knees.
Brian needs it
he needs it when things get too confusing
he needs it every second of the day
fine powder touching his upper lip.
Brian knows it
he knows it every day ever since he was four
he knows it is written in The Holy Book
his father told him so.
Brian weeps
he screams to whomever will hear him
he screams in brass ears
night falls crash at his feet.
Brian cuts
he cuts till he can no longer feel it
he cuts till the voices inside him whisper
that he can do it too.
Brian wants it
he wants it gone
he wants it gone-
gone.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
