Some stuff

Wayward Nights
Left me like this
Stinking and broken
On the step
Of your Glorious Days

You took me
Anyway
I struggle, still
To earn the smiles
You have already given
I will never
Clean-up
But
You still…
Pretend
Teaching me, daily
The nature
Of love

His Kiss (for a friend)

It wakes
Just past the horizon
And I
Listen
For the light
With the flowers
Skin aching
With
Dew
My chest
Fills
With air
Liquid wonder
It moves
A bit
More
And
I am blinded
By crimson
Gold
Fire
He takes me
And I am
Penetrated
By
The heat
Of
A thousand
Pins
Each love
Me
One
Second
It is over
I am
New
The Dawn.

The day
Came
When all of it
Stopped
And I had
To
Know
Then
I saw
Saw what
I had
Become
And could not look
At these hands
What they
Had
Done
To Whom
I once
Told
I loved
Could I
Start over
Tell them
Again
And it
Not be a
Lie
Can I
Be
A
Man?
This animal
Walks with
You
And you think
He loves
But
Look at
What I
Do
Have done
The lady
Of the
Dark Play
Knows
I will
Never
Wash out
My
Darkest days
I love you
And
Yet
I still
Wonder
I
Look for fangs
That should
Be
There
A
Thing lives
In my
Skin.

First Kiss

Time came
And she kissed me
Filled me with
A hollow
Sickness
All of you
Left
What I was
Died
What is left
Is this thing
Thing
Of pain and
Nothing
Who weeps
And
Knows
Not
Why.



Untitled.

These little things
That make me
Cry
Will one day
Let
Me
Die.

I have to watch them
All of them, each of them
Always
The little things are what take me
Take me back to the dark place
Where I become
A Thing
It can never happen
Again