MidnightWolf697

I do not like the idea that I have to protect you       like I protected her But this is not information shared in monotone whispers over the hair of his navel        and only we know that it pays to be the crazy girl

Picking up his shattered emerald iris Whose pieces are scattered across the floor Catching his fingerprints As they unravel like peeled apple skins The snip snip snip if his DNA Being shreded for a collage that will never be Who am I? The man The eyeless Fingerprintless Distinctionless man Asks the mirror But the reflecting glass only replies You're the product of steroetypes The words he gave into The sneers that have molded him Has stripped him of his own name And turned him into them: The string of words that portrays to everyone and no one. Crash. The sound of his iris being crushed Under the feet of triumphantly dancing Stereotypical

Does the weight of the world fill your lungs? And does the acid of words drip from your gums? You are not quite as whole as you led me to believe Or maybe I was just young and quite naive. Ripping out the throat of the metaphorical beast The bleeding has only started to cease Your breaths fill up the space in my chest like lead Sucking out the life, slowly becoming brain dead. What did I mean to you? What will you say? The edges of my soul are so deeply burning gray I have to wonder if you ever truly loved me As my heart floats away in the lurid dead sea I can still feel your fingers brushing against me Choking on the sensation, and strugg