Make me feel
Beyond my measure.
Pierce the brittle stone
I refuse to surrender.
Crumbling as the surge
Pushes against the levee.
Knees cracking, spine snapping
Bowing beneath the pressure.
A tiny prick-
Just enough to feel,
enough to breathe,
And hear my own gasp rattle.
Strength and weakness,
Gunpowder and snow,
Grief and mourning,
The grip of twisted souls.
The feeling of hands.
I should have never known.
The lack of love,
under which I could have grown.
Treasured life flushed down a pipe.
Lewd acts in the day instead of night.
Paying the bills one orgasm at a time,
But they're never mine.
Jealousy and rage,
Dancing with my own darkness,
A complicated waltz,
As death patiently watches.
Bleed out the pain,
For it to fill me once more.
Snort it away,
Coming down is always so hard.
Cling to the veil,
The concrete protection.
Afraid to break away,
And succumb to divine destruction.
