I Write Poetry

Burning is the metallic tongue of the razor blade upon my skin as in kisses its letters into my chest.


Never, never again shall I endure heartbreak.
Option, which is all I ever was to any of them.

Vengeful rage toward the demonic cherub with poison-tipped arrows.
Another night and another bottle of whiskey trying to drown painful memories.
Cathartic apathy numbing the crimson void in my soul.
Avoiding contact with humans, their lies, their deceit, their uncaring.
Nihilistic beliefs toward any kind of happy ending.
Confined to an eternity of nightmares haunting me of once happy days.
Yelling into to the dark nights at heavens for disturbing the darkness that has claimed me, and for the stars that have forsaken me.