9-14-17
Candles lit,
The dim takes me back.
Used to fall for stars,
Before I started going down myself.
You pushed me to the edge,
Called me a thief for taking the fall,
Skyscraping just to feel your darkness,
Scratch my nails across the blank canvas
Of skin,
Of pale skin and freckles
And fuck you.
We sit in chairs,
Wondering why I'm here too,
Wondering when I'll start catching up to my breath again,
Wondering when it all became a race,
Wondering when I started losing.
Little pools of melted memory,
Irony is a class.
Yet another drawn low
To the way I licked my teeth,
Swayed and took these strings-
These dividers
Of focus,
And merged the whole flame,
So you couldn't even try to stop me.
Feeling it slice my internal organs
Like packaged meat.
Ever feel like prey?
They said,
Don't you ever pray?
Looking around with a smirk,
Like it's all a fucking joke.
Spit on the floors and tip back
Till I'm not going forward anymore-
To continue means this isn't stopping yet.
Cushioned chairs,
Holy house,
Demon eyes.
Maybe they're unsure I did it,
Maybe they're unsure I could.
The heat took the best of this one,
They say,
Although what sits here
Doesn't sound like the worst,
By the way they discuss you.
And let's talk about talk-
Fuck you for leaving on what you were told,
But baby, listen to how they talk now.
Listening to the way you were scared,
I would've understood,
But this,
This is why the devil grew deep rooted trees of revenge in my systems.
This is why I'm made of war and not peace treaties.
They divided me as a saint or a sinner,
As I filled skies with smoke.
Money,
Banking off of it, as you take choppers to the river,
Dip all you want,
But I'll submerge you-
Hold your stares,
They've been leaving me to the backseats for too long.
She was a good person,
And this tragedy has resulted in a loss to the crew,
A loss to the community,
And to us.
But she'd never want a funeral to focus on her death,
So instead, we talk about the good memories,
And I think I speak for so many
In saying she'll be missed.
I get up, walk out,
And laugh,
Kicking a couple candles over.
Let the good fucking burn.
If I took the bad already,
You better believe I know no limits.
- (m.m)
Kind of a weird concept based on the fires all around me rn, but essentially it's like describing me shapeshifting into a fire and some people end up being killed trying to fight it but nobody knows I was the energy behind it happening? Idk if that makes sense.
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Self Deception
PoetryPoetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I...
