I find the strings that tangle
I grab hold of what dangle
Lay beside me
I'm made of wood
Wet wood rots
My tears bring my suicide
I extend myself to a bow
My color seeps into my eyes
I'm told what I need
Never gaining what I want
These lives I live are so short
My true life merely a fantasy
It's all so fake
Take a lethal dose of what's true
What's true is a fallacy
Take my life against the grain
There's peace in that
Every performance breaks my bone
Generate the splinters
Toes worn in at point
If my strings were to break
I would be nothing
I would fall
Make me crawl
You are my god
Manipulate my being
Playing god so unplugged
Sing with that pretty voice
A song that warms my soul
Rhythm to a wooden carcass
I hang in the air like leaves
They drop harder than any stone
Drop me into the water
Discard me so I'm no longer a reminder
Of your past life
A life you gave up on
The person you gave up on
Holy shit
Blow my brains out
Go ahead take you axe
CHOP MY HEAD OFF
You don't need me anymore
So why bother polishing my body
Why keep me around?
You scared I'll move on?
Without you...
Just a marionette
Dancing lonely
I forced you to cut my strings
Is it wrong?
This feeling
Like liberation
With freedom comes isolation
With isolation comes separation
I'll separate my head from my neck
With the guillotine
From my performances.
Goodbye
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The Extras and unreleased
PoetryExtra poems that I never felt were good enough or just never released. Some of these poems will be incomplete such as the untitled ones. Some will be weird tackling abstract ideas. I do however think that these poems deserve to see the light. Who kn...
