a jellyfish kiss

my dreams defile me
their efficient lies
a burning mask
the real me that never was
defined by a deadly whisper
a jellyfish kiss

nothing left but a stain

trapped unchained
in her wet flames
her scream on his skin
her sweat in his brain
she drinks his explosion
nothing left but a stain

absinthe kisses

your absinthe kisses
fester on my rotting lips
clotting my veins with rainbow lies 
and boiled memories
of happiness faked

hand in hand

you was my biggest secret
I was your greatest mistake
hand in hand
toe to cliff we stepped off together
smiling blindly falling

to my demise smiling

grasping feelers
tickling the back of my neck
whispers of bad times to come
ignorant pride I go marching
to my demise smiling

nothing left

tentacles squeeze
instead of bones and guts
cherished memories
bleed from me
leaving a husk
nothing left
she can take from me

book of flesh

twisted finger nails
writing in my back
warding others
this book of flesh remembers
she wont surrender
lest her pen finds another

birth of a poem

behind my eyes 
demons scratching, clawing 

dark ballads in my skull 
with hooked chain they are carving 

replacing my need 
to eat, drink, and breath 
with write, fuck, and bleed 

hearing their howl 
they cum in my brain 
I ejaculate verse and scream 

how many times

how many times must we fail
before we see the answer
the one before our eyes
we refuse to see
until it's too late
too late to see

whispering warnings

cold wind calls my name
dark night taps my shoulder
whispering warnings of her
pretending I don't understand
she leads me to my doom again

until I realize

from the ashes I arise
flying into the sky
feeling free
until I realize
the world is upside down
I'm falling to my doom

powdered glass

stretching
the powdered glass
falls from my carcase
to hunt for a new bleed
delicious warmth
ridding the world of harsh apathy

the Customer

by Eelun Phetmoore

the flesh, it falls
crispy rose shaped piles 
smelling of burnt cologne
the maggots come 
so they can feed on my pieces
what will they do when there's nothing left?
it matters?
nothing left to remember
nothing left to remember with
no sweet release of death
it begins again tomorrow