When Saints Lie with SinnersMy, my,what a sweet, sweet,little liarI am.Even as thedarken streaksstain my cheeksI am flying with my voice,charming these serpentsas they twine and writheabout my wrists.The fictional, wished-for lashesdon't exist but their paincouldn't be imagined.Ticktockticktockticktock...Tick Tock,says this clockand I can feel it in my bones,up my spine,between my vertabrea.Ticktockticktockticktock...Is there an edge to my voiceor am I just dreaming?Is there a waver in your laugh,as you nervously examine the corpse,and ask,"Who might this charming young man be?"Death, Death to the idiots, Death to the infidels,Deathtothemonstersthatcreepthestreetsand "Your wish is my command,"the night cries asit weeps,sobs, chest heaving as it grasps it's foundlingchildren to itsbreastand knows there will be no more breaths.Sacred.Scared.Scarred.What lie would you like, sir?And you madam?I can comply easily,so I paint my face with those gleaming,too-sharp teeth beforet
GoreThese words burnbehind my teethcausing my lipsto blister and bubble,rising out ofmy rosy skinand out intothe silenceof the room.Their heads turn,but each pairof eyes hasglazed overand now,those heads lollon their shouldersand as their neckssnapand the sinners divide,ripped apart,skulls hit the floor,clattering and spilling outover the dark boardsat my feet.Ah,the blessed silence.
For DarshanThis politenessis disgusting,this eloquencea disgrace.We abandonthe humanity,away awayfrom out heartsfor the sake ofthis porcelain perfection.And underneath isshameshameshameshamefor being what we wereborn to be,for feeling what I wasmeant to beand I was born sobbing,my momma and me,and yet we hide awaythese tearsfor the sake of propriety.Sob for me.
1:42 AMHe calls it like it is,'This is more a lust thing'and yet I am still seeking,searching for thoselittle comforts in him.But it's not there.What I'm looking forisn't there.It's fine, it's fine, it's goodI love it hereI love it.Straightforward.Trying, trying, trying.But with everything so far away...I just wantI just wantI just want.I want to cryI want to diebut they won't fix anythingand I am not a liar.I said I wouldn't butthat doesn't keep me from dreaming.Sing me to sleepwith the soft sighs of your breathingBecause I'm so alone andalmost anyone will do.While I waitWhile I wait for you.