Not a home

The lake is frozen over
the house abandoned still
the snow has all but covered
beneath the sky unfilled
memories are fleeting
trapped they never will
find themselves much thought of
prevented endings always thrills
the lake is frozen over
the icicles fall on heads
and everything is broken
frozen in the cold
the house is still abandoned
still is not a home

I kiss

I see the enemy
inside of me
such dirty knees
bruised up hips
all clothes ripped
she’s everything
I pretend to be
wearing a mask
so complete
I see the enemy
within the mirror
inside of me
such dirty hands
bathed in blood
it’s me again
drink it in
all clothes ripped
bruised and broken
the mirror I kiss

Broken pages

Pages in the wind everything is broken
nobody will scream or even really think of
anything to say when everything is gone
silence is the mantra of the exhausted mob
pages in the wind like whispers to your ears
everything is faded gifted through the years
nobody will scream or even really think to
everything is broken no one gets a redo

Begin again

Fire blooming from her hair
grows until it gets everywhere
burning the carpet
burning the chairs
the wooden floor now beyond repair
the lace and satin all but ash
her hair in flames it’s glorious
the destruction she brings
just walking in
the house is gone
time to begin again

Never known

Broken bones are twisted
quite beyond reprieve
as she sits and listens
to the sounds beneath
the burden always listening
always dreaming through her teeth
wondering what became of
the mother she thought she’d be
broken bones are twisted
they have not healed with time
her brittle bones all missing
the will to finish growth
she sits in the old attic
pretending she knows how to sew
she gives things away like presents
but they never take them down
no her bones are so twisted
they never think they’ll be found out
the burden always listens
to the sounds from below
as she mourns the life she’s missing
the life she could have had
but never known

Rather not

Overwhelming apathy
the broken mirror of what it means to be
to bleed a substance and feel something
the alarming call of caring for nothing
no sound no sight no actual movement
the core is broken the vision useless
can’t keep quiet can’t go to sleep
overwhelming feelings of can’t unsee
the little that’s bestowed upon all things
uselessness it grows and does not leave
leading to the land of unnecessary things
things that don’t move and barely breathe
broken little trinkets I’d rather not clean

To find it

Check underneath your pillow
for blood and bone beneath
it lies with you in waiting
for what you cannot speak
the tooth of a lost child
and blood from sordid beast
check underneath the mattress
to find the other’s feet
the foot that has been broken
and made into the treat
the tooth beneath your pillow
the blood and bone you seek

When the picture fades

Look, look here
we’ve got a problem
I fear
you’ve sung the wrong song
once again
now it’s over
now you’re dead.
Can you see it?
Is it real?
Do you know how
this time you’ll heal
without the breaking
or sick nuance
this time you’ll see it
you won’t get off.
Look, look here it comes again
the lies you told
the things you meant
yes, I have broken once again
the second story
comes to this end.