moconator

I am your acrobat I’ll fall without a net Broken and remolded I haven’t shattered yet Tie me up in in ribbons Of coarsely braided rope Bend me over backwards And then calculate my slope Hunt me like an animal A rabid wounded thing Little bird, coo morbid song Beat me till I sing Immobilize my senses With your touch, your word, your will Grip me ever tighter Until my breathing stills

you hold my heart suspended in time dripping with wine the spirits of my past present and future Your grip, white hot tense and pulled taut I snapped like a whip at the back of my youth I expelled you from me your name on my lips stolen by the storm but desperate to flee I inhaled you back I cough on my fears sunlight grows near engulfing me as a wave of clarity that saves as I flash back to a time where the colors of my skin didn't swim before my eyes like a violent display of metamorphosis the horror of this is reality the sensation, a fatality of mind body and sold, pawned off like forgotten remnants of a past life.

I want you to pore over the cracks in my armor And let the light flow through me Piece together the flaws in my plan and Glue them with the tears I have shed Until I am whole once more I want you to dive down deep into me Where even I have not ventured Fearful of losing direction and Unlikely to ever reach the surface Again Become me, and I will blossom for you With all the radiance I have sheltered Within My love for you is limitless It takes not And it wants not For nothing but the electrical current Between our fingertips Satisfies its thirst Keep me suspended in a web of our futures And while gracefully dangled Over the fountain of yo

Deluge. Our memories hide out Like the daylight behind clouds And like rainbows in warehouses We package up our happiness To be shipped off to some Different place, some different Time We come in from the torrent Parched for something more; The gaps in our happiness Are snake holes in the grass And they sink into the field Collecting rain Some nights, I am as strong as the thunder, With crackling resentment, with shattering apprehension I whisper “do your best, destroy me.” The echo is the opening of an umbrella indoors And in stark silence, it screams. Some nights I stare out my window And whisper secrets to the glass When t

He smelled like Grass clippings and sweat Feels like Water rippling but you never get wet He laughs like he's telling me a secret A secret never meant for me.

There's an ache inside these very bones Once beating hearts hence turned to stone Echoes pierce when all alone Yet still I reach for you Death still stings with every word Screamed out loud but never heard And once again my soul is lured Deep into the dark Again I claw with bloody nails When all the prayers 'round me fail Leaves one shaking, sickly pale And empty eyes do follow

For quite some time I supposed I assumed All of my fears In darkness loomed And until I decide to turn on the lights They shall remain.

i'd know what to do and then all that I shouldn't If I followed you..