Andry-a-qui

My paper is scared scared of the venom that'll drip from my pencil scared of the darkness the ink will provide scared of the precision I use in this stencil scared of the hatred that drives me tonight scared of the vowels that drain all the hope my paper is scared it's hiding in fright my pencil as the knife to bring down a pope my paper is scared I killed love tonight

Chapter 1: I had to get out of here. but I was still cuffed, weak and defenseless... But most of all I was angry. The had told me my parents died in a car crash and the pretty lady took me in. The lady with the gorgeous blue dresses, her luscious raven hair, her deceptive smile. That was bullshit. My parents weren't dead. My parents abandoned me. They had better things to do than care for me. It was '63. They ate Kennedy. Did all the things god had forbidden. They slaughtered Americans in 'Nam on the 30th of January in '68. They danced on the graves of My Lai. They feasted in Paris on "Bloody Monday". There was too much interesting goin

Introduction white halls with blinding lights. The smell of death penetrated the air, while being overpowered by the stench of a multi cleaner mixed with bleach. The mixture of odors found it's way to my nose without hesitation. The air stung in my eyes, and I tried my best to refrain from getting teary eyes. The silence was pounding in my ear, or maybe that was the guard. He shoved me forward as I struggled to keep moving along to the other end of the hall. My body was weak, my mind was blank. Like a temple without priests or priestesses. Like a fort filled with dying soldiers. Cut off from anyone else, waiting for the decay to kick in. My

one silver candle with a flame so bright it drowns out all the darkness and draws in the light the shadows are whriting and cowering in fright gives me strenght to feel small instead of trying to hide the way you make me feel inside don't let your light die or you'll make me cry my one silver candle with a flame so bright

Mathematician Was at a loss, trying to Divide love by three.

Weave the black lace through my heart. Cinch the pieces back together. Trace the paintbrush on my lips. Curve an everlasting smile.

I shed too many tears for your foul mouthed mould and disdain, those accusations that lie decayed and desiccated at your feet and tell me to continue to tear the memories from your face. They taste of graveyards and unwashed men whose busy hands got too busy once too often, furring my tongue and greasing my puckered lips that you so long to but will not kiss. Instead, you will bear the mark of my true maker and realise, that there is no such thing as ownership of the soul. Only perfect bruises made by the teeth of perfect lovers and the brush of calluses against the marrow of pelvis and clavicle come close, for these open the doors to dust c

You begged for it. I watched, Laughing. The doll with pins, You expelled, The most beautiful, Of blood. I watched it, Draining out of you. Praying to your Gods, That the sun would rise, In the morning. Enraptured, Tar, Feathered. With a candlestick, Right next to me. I believe in karma. What was this thing you were speaking of? You, With a voodoo dolly, Of your own.

I wake up in an empty bed remnants of dreams flutter 'round in my head wondering 'bout the hand I've been dealt slowly forgetting what it was like to be held I am trying to stay so strong picking up the pieces of all that went wrong starting over again I'm not better yet, but I'll learn to pretend I'll wipe the tears away and dry my eyes I'll build a brand new day out of yesterday's demise I'll build a brand new tomorrow and separate the truth from the lies I'll build a brand new tomorrow out of yes-ter-day's demise time moves much slower when you're all alone wounds are cut far deeper clear to the bone more solitude tha

i tried {tearing} the shackles off my wrists. they wouldn't let me.                how come i can't get over you even after 5 years?               [it's not an obsession, it's not a phase.]                                        my love for you does not change