restlessness runs
like a fever in my veins
it rages in
my body
and makes me ill
with the need to breathe
something new
i cannot see you
for the stars in my eyes
cannot feel you
for the possibilities on my fingertips
my gaze is wide
and blue like the sky
it will drop behind the horizon
to travel all the world
i am scattered in pieces
all over the universe
and lacing the galaxies
here
i do not need to breathe
because i am the air and everything it feeds
pray with sinning lips by SunshineLaughter, literature
Literature
pray with sinning lips
i am sorry my heart is weak
i'm sorry that some days
you search in my
blue eyes and yet you
never find me
i am sorry if
it makes you feel
lonely
but you do not know
the texture of my thorns
or how i pray that
they will not make you bleed
as they shoot forth
from under my skin i pray
they will not cut you
open like me
you know
god left my heart
long ago
but i still pray
for you
your name is calling me home,
pulling my bones to obey
my blood sighs for you
and my skin,
my skin was not thick enough
you got beneath;
you dug yourself
into my core
and there you came to stay
you bend my spine into
shapes i thought it'd never take,
bend my lips into a
smile and glaze my
eyes with tears
i wasn't born
prepared for this,
i wasn't born for you
i saw the poison in your heart, dearest.
there is evil in your blood and
a sadness in your bones
i know
you don't cry with your eyes;
your tears are in your chest and
in your mouth and
they come rolling forth from under your tounge,
pouring out into your cramping hands
i know you can't breathe from the ones
that found their way down
your lungs like those cigarettes you smoke,
i know what it is like to
choke on things you can no longer name
i saw your heart and i
saw myself in you
hard, wasting daylight
falls like a fist
on my features and beats
down against your
sleepless complexion
in the dark
you are a
baby fox cradled
by my chest, breathing
the heat of every star you swallowed
as you chased across
the cieling of galaxies
cut through illusions
peel the skin off
my dreaming bones
until nothing
remains but the blurred patterns
of our sanctuary,
etched on your fingertips
we touch like nightfall,
a soft pitterpatter of rain
or a promise
this is why my mind splits
like the ends of my hair
it is because life is a cruel lover
and i am a cheater
i sleep with smoke and i'm in love
with scars and blood
and emptiness
that crushes the air out of lungs
i'm in love with
chests torn open and
guts spilling
onto the floor and
forgive me
for i am in love with sickness
the kind that only breathes
in the ugliest corners of a heart
i promised myself to life
but i am in love
with death and all his brothers
i'd throw up if i thought
the words would come up
along with the rest,
you know i'd sleep
if i thought i
might escape
and i would run if i thought i
could ever hide
but i can't close
my heart to this,
like i closed my
eyes on the truth
like you closed me in
your nightmares
you are in my blood,
not like some feeling i
cannot shake or
like a disease,
even though i have
comapared you to
both in the past
no, you and i,
we are of the same flesh
and nowdays we
are of the same ghosts
i tried to run from
once, but you
caught up and you
caught me
do not tell me you're
sorry, i am sorry
for us both
i can make you all the promises
in this world, but i
will keep none
of your secrets,
i kiss alot and always
tell, you know
i will break everything,
because breaking
is all i know
i am under the sun
sprawled out against
the concrete reality
it is pressed against
my spine, pressed
sharp into my skin
it's a hollow ache
between lungs
inbetween breaths
and yes, i am really
that fucking empty
self-hate will burn
bones to dust and
turn to dirt in my blood
disgust like a fever
i can't sweat out
like an itch in my
every nerve and
nothing was
ever as ugly
restlessness runs
like a fever in my veins
it rages in
my body
and makes me ill
with the need to breathe
something new
i cannot see you
for the stars in my eyes
cannot feel you
for the possibilities on my fingertips
my gaze is wide
and blue like the sky
it will drop behind the horizon
to travel all the world
i am scattered in pieces
all over the universe
and lacing the galaxies
here
i do not need to breathe
because i am the air and everything it feeds
pray with sinning lips by SunshineLaughter, literature
Literature
pray with sinning lips
i am sorry my heart is weak
i'm sorry that some days
you search in my
blue eyes and yet you
never find me
i am sorry if
it makes you feel
lonely
but you do not know
the texture of my thorns
or how i pray that
they will not make you bleed
as they shoot forth
from under my skin i pray
they will not cut you
open like me
you know
god left my heart
long ago
but i still pray
for you
your name is calling me home,
pulling my bones to obey
my blood sighs for you
and my skin,
my skin was not thick enough
you got beneath;
you dug yourself
into my core
and there you came to stay
you bend my spine into
shapes i thought it'd never take,
bend my lips into a
smile and glaze my
eyes with tears
i wasn't born
prepared for this,
i wasn't born for you
i saw the poison in your heart, dearest.
there is evil in your blood and
a sadness in your bones
i know
you don't cry with your eyes;
your tears are in your chest and
in your mouth and
they come rolling forth from under your tounge,
pouring out into your cramping hands
i know you can't breathe from the ones
that found their way down
your lungs like those cigarettes you smoke,
i know what it is like to
choke on things you can no longer name
i saw your heart and i
saw myself in you
hard, wasting daylight
falls like a fist
on my features and beats
down against your
sleepless complexion
in the dark
you are a
baby fox cradled
by my chest, breathing
the heat of every star you swallowed
as you chased across
the cieling of galaxies
cut through illusions
peel the skin off
my dreaming bones
until nothing
remains but the blurred patterns
of our sanctuary,
etched on your fingertips
we touch like nightfall,
a soft pitterpatter of rain
or a promise
this is why my mind splits
like the ends of my hair
it is because life is a cruel lover
and i am a cheater
i sleep with smoke and i'm in love
with scars and blood
and emptiness
that crushes the air out of lungs
i'm in love with
chests torn open and
guts spilling
onto the floor and
forgive me
for i am in love with sickness
the kind that only breathes
in the ugliest corners of a heart
i promised myself to life
but i am in love
with death and all his brothers
i'd throw up if i thought
the words would come up
along with the rest,
you know i'd sleep
if i thought i
might escape
and i would run if i thought i
could ever hide
but i can't close
my heart to this,
like i closed my
eyes on the truth
like you closed me in
your nightmares
you are in my blood,
not like some feeling i
cannot shake or
like a disease,
even though i have
comapared you to
both in the past
no, you and i,
we are of the same flesh
and nowdays we
are of the same ghosts
i tried to run from
once, but you
caught up and you
caught me
do not tell me you're
sorry, i am sorry
for us both
i can make you all the promises
in this world, but i
will keep none
of your secrets,
i kiss alot and always
tell, you know
i will break everything,
because breaking
is all i know
i am under the sun
sprawled out against
the concrete reality
it is pressed against
my spine, pressed
sharp into my skin
it's a hollow ache
between lungs
inbetween breaths
and yes, i am really
that fucking empty
self-hate will burn
bones to dust and
turn to dirt in my blood
disgust like a fever
i can't sweat out
like an itch in my
every nerve and
nothing was
ever as ugly