Draw me in, like a spider sinking fangs
to a creature crawling willingly to web.
I am the masochistic insect,
begging for your eight legged embrace;
It was the way of your weave,
leaving me breathless in swoon,
twisted tangles entwined.
Masterfully designed, to ensnare,
entrap me to my doom.
Hold me close,
I’ll give you all I have to give,
a fact ever clearer
for my struggles against.
I long for your
kiss of death,
brushing lips that
grow so bold
‘til heart
forgets to
beat.

Unworthy

Clear away this broken mask,
serving only break the ties that bind,
Twisted vision behold the longest road,
walking without aim in these restrictions
Pounding bloody feet march to escape Death,
but he is the swiftest and slowest of all adversaries,
creeping malice in ill release.

Let this indulgent taste turn to ash in my mouth,
bringing down to size these lofty ambitions…
Carry me away to the outskirts of town to
let me fill this ditch; the morgue is full tonight.
Body minus heart this hearse of life is
driving me into the ground,
Pale like the patients on a morphine drip
gasping for breath against the weight of the world.
Who can say what is for the best?
The best is a thing unknown,
guessed at by the science of philosophy
in terms we can’t even agree to disagree upon.

Tear me open like a thief in the night
harvesting organs from a dead and dying man.
Save yourself, don’t bother with remorse.
I was no more use to you as you saw fit.
Cut ties, burn lives, this isn’t personal,
it’s preserving of prosperity.
I couldn’t imagine a sweeter deal,
tearing these innards to set before you,
and no longer shackled be set so free to roam.