Poems

Final Hook (2) I’m chasing clout on an empty stomachliving for likeswhile my self stays thinserving pieces of myselftill there’s nothing left within If attention is a currencyI’m still brokeat the end of the dayall these empty calories of famenever take the ache away One day I might log out for goodand let the silence […]

Fangs I am brokeI am brokenI am tiredI am worn thinthe bills have fangsthey dig in I wake to the heaterchewing pennies from the grateoverdue notices slide under the doorlike spiders that can’t wait I count quarters in the darklike beads for my sinshands black with coffee groundswaiting for the panic to begin The fridge

Empty Chairs, Closed Doors Empty chairsclosed doors againrunning a raceI can never win Waiting room smellslike bleach and cheap pineclock on the walldragging out the time Faces downstaring at the floorjust another numberwaiting for a score Questions designedto make me tripshe taps her penwith a tightening grip I nod my headpretend I’m finewhile I’m dying

Every Villain Has an Origin Story Every villain has an origin storymine’s written in sweaton motel wallsthat never asked for my sins Every time I gasped “never again”my hands were reachingfor the next wrong doorthe next skin Saints don’t come herenot to these sheetsnot to this couchwhere the ghosts pile cheap I keep saying I’m

Electric Lines Electric light on collarbonelines I want to tracelong before my hand is brave enoughto touch the place Every breath you pullmoves the shadow on the chestpainted heartbeatput to the restless test Leaning on the railingwith the city hum belowelectric signs climbing up your throatnice and slow Streetlight marks the collarbonein heavy yellow barsshadows

Empty Calories Of Fame I’m chasing clouton an empty stomachliving for likeswhile my self stays thin Every pinganother sugar rushthat leaves me weak again Ring light burning my retinasin a room that never sees the sunrehearse the same fake laugh againtill it sounds like everyone I crop the mess out of the backgroundsmooth the lines

Eat The World And Die Hungry I eat the worldand die hungryteeth redbelly screaming for more Shove lovemeatcashpills insidetill it all leaks backonto the floor I started chewing on the small thingslate-night bites of comfortjust to keep my hands from shakingin the dark Chipspillscheap praiseany scrap that hit the floorI swept it all into my

Dragon on the Iron Rail [Chorus]Dragon on the fire escape, watching from the grateBlowing sparks whenever I begin to hesitateEvery time the screen begins to pull me downHe puffs a cloud of gray and makes a little soundGet up, he seems to say, the time is turning tightYou have songs to burn before the fading

Eat My Reflection I eat my reflectionto keep the image cleanswallow every doubtevery flawevery scream Pride turned cannibalchewing on the parts of methat might be real Every mirror is a battlefieldwhere I have to come out on topor smash the glass I lean intilt my headflexposesmooth the edgestill I give myself a pass If anyone

Dragon Tattoo Heat Dragon tattoo heatburning through the threadmessing with the heartand with the head Tail coiling highhand sliding lowwarning and a signfor where to go Leaning on the boxthe light is lowdenim slipping downready to go Sleeve rolled up highthe ink is blackdragon wrapping roundthe muscle track Fire on the wristyou reach the glasswater