I met you before You wore another face Another body Same eyes that sparkle and die instantaneously Warm love and cold hate fight to dominate The soul fractured as hammered bones and rusted nails I’m drawn to broken things; my reckless heart hurts with the need to lessen the pain. Abandoned, I’m magnetised, hypnotised, bewitched With everything to lose and nothing to gain I’ll stab myself with all your broken pieces You don’t notice the blood You offer life and death in one smooth blink Crimson reflections are of your face and hate You play at more than you can give Loveless devil of the dying heart Your air is a replica Like a vacuum in the presence My mouth is dry I can’t think straight. There’s dewdrops on the blades and never Enough to quench You’re never enough I’m always left dying of drouth Chasing the desert for a spring I’ve known you before I see how this plays out Blood pools around my feet You stand before me with a cool glass of water A mirage of “I don’t lie.” The “don’t” is silent Your glass beyond reach of my parched lips—with those eyes of love-hate bemused. It’s a filter A lame game I crave your touch like air My skin is screaming And I’ll die without it All lies, and I made them The drops of poisoned water From a loveless lover And you’ll fast forget my name Player Boy and Cowboy—just the same They love themselves and their toys Fed from temporary validations The ego always needs another hit Obsessively compulsively dismiss and onto the next Nothing sticks Just a posed picture There’s nothing else inside Built up from superficial shit Station your play This time, I’ll stay away.
Clan Witch & Word Refinery 