“Falling From Symmetry”

Safe on a tightrope,

falling from a microscope.

Drowning in a pool of stars,

purchasing our pretty scars.

Writing things on the wall,

using honey and a tiny scrawl.

Forever fighting our mirrors,

slaying those ugly little flaws.

This is how we get our claws.

Like Narcissus of old,

trapped in front of a reflection bold.

Only she dislikes what she sees.

“Valuable Therapy”


I’m dying.

I feel too much.

I’m suffocating,

I’m breathing.

I can’t tell the difference.

All I know is that they both hurt like hell.


I’m still dying,

just not dead.

I’m dead,

but still alive somehow.

My organs are choking me, my skin is too layered.

I want to rip it off.


They talk to me.

I listen.

I don’t listen, but I still hear.

Pure madness lives inside my bones,

inside my veins.

Nicotine for the soul,

nightmares for my brain.


Paint explodes inside my irises.

Screams echo from my fingers.

I’m an experiment,

an immortal,

a human.

[time of death; 6:33]