Am I transparent? When your eyes search Do they even see me? hands like churches So they say, but I'm still waiting Day after fucking day Where are the fistfuls of passion? Do I exist in that place between When your breath sucks in And your recall the ecstacy? Am I so uncomplicated That you see someone you can pacify? Heart violently rotated to the past Seeing furious complication  In a lust circling the drain at last? It's quiet here My heart hammers Am I ill? Is the irony that I'll be free To become a memory? No clue, you have no clue And if you do, I'm mad that you refuse to see through. You, a sieve for my fantasies Sterile, unflinching This umbra in my safe space And I wonder if it's my fear a vulnerability so sheer That I repress for both of us Because love, honor and trust  It's deafening in here Pull the cord, cut the ties A kiss windmilling around into A dutiful woodchipper dispensing lies All Seeing eyes see through Eaten up, we go down Like a pile of shit Better left to the flies
Did we win the war? The one in your head? Circling this hole dredging up every blow And I know, I know what good we can do If only we could spread our wings like our legs Who knows what pain we eschew Granular now, so petty, peck out my eyes Over what? And I know this isn't my fault But I'll take the blame Giving us away Of all of the pieces, none remain Of me today Tomorrow you'll pretend you didn't know There were tears hitting my pillow Never here It took seconds to undo A lifetime with you Ferrying me to the final path Walk away, I'll say, as if I mean it Left feet side by side among friends Show them your back When they forget where to stab It's quiet here Reliquary Giving us away Of all of the pieces, none remain Of us today Tomorrow you'll pretend you didn't agree With the names I whispered in dreams Never here Facets elude our frenzied grasp I slither without help Gather up my soul in pockets Too tight to care Awash, we sleep in the tide Negative eyes on a monochrome
Rubbing Alcohol on Tap by ttbloodlusttt, literature
Literature
Rubbing Alcohol on Tap
Trembling hands missed their chance
To rebel and explore the world beyond safety
So they reached for danger instead
Grasped at fleeting promises
To be left with a head full of webs
Numb fingertips dip into the abyss
And suck up the inky nothingness
Through punctures in their tiny hearts
Made by the snakes living in the shadows
At the corners of their eyes
The fingers crawl across the milky sky
And write their lamentations for all to see
But underneath
The whisper of agony
Of bottled up strife
We tip back our heads into our palms
Suck up the sky until we're staring down the barrel
Of our life
Were we so blind to our own doom
That we could not
In Time, There is No Time by ttbloodlusttt, literature
Literature
In Time, There is No Time
It's the echo that has become impossible to bear.
The rippling memories that overlap and bring utter discord to my chords.
There can be no joy to resonate while my inlay is tarnished, and the once plucky strings have gone limp.
The puckered scars of my past might've melted into my snowy varnish,
But I can sense them like little legs and arms making angels.
The wounds protect me from the creeping shadow;
They whisper reminders to me, like horror stories, only they are the truth of my existence.
I keep trying to lay you to rest. They say it's hard to quit the best, and I'm wondering what qualifies you..
Truth? You lied, and I would have to fo