Elaborate Facade
A plastic smile
On a face made of steel,
And mechanical arms and legs
That move in a soft and practiced way.
But beneath the charming,
Beautiful exterior
Lies a festering,
rotten mess.
The blood has turned to sludge
That trudges sadly through the veins,
And the heart is black and tired
From thumping through the pain.
In the world the thing seems happy,
It is confident and composed.
Behind closed doors it sheds its’ armour
And it crumples to the floor.
The mirrors are all broken,
The windows are blacked out,
And the shattered mess of feelings sits,
Unraveled and alone.
Most days it drags the suit back on
And slogs into the world,
But at times the mess is just so big
That the armor will not fit.
So it spends the day in shambles
Screaming nonsense at the moon,
Who is an alabaster nitwit,
But he listens pretty well.
Intimacy In A Snow Storm
White powder falls
Down down down,
Behind a plastic curtain.
Icicles form—
Bright bright bright
In our pupils as we watch.
A smile,
A touch,
We plan to break outside.
The door opens up,
Swish swish swish,
And the cold rips through our clothes.
Snowballs clutched in
Red red hands,
And we both toss them, laughing.
We dance,
Fall down
In a heap on the ground.
It’s skin on skin,
Cold cold cold,
Our fingers freeze together.
Now lip to lip,
Hot hot hot.
Our bodies make the ice melt.
the satanic seduction
paint that hurse like a fireball, boy,
it's the hottest thing at school.
starve yourself into a waif, sweet girl
cause it makes you seem so "cool".
kids, we'll shove that stick into your mouths,
so you can prove you're "down",
and once you're hooked they'll chase you out
for stinking up our town.
paint your fingers,
dye your hair,
dress those bones in black.
get your cloves,
smoke 'em up,
and we'll supply the crack.
we'll lure you in,
we'll drag you down,
we'll poison you with lies.
we'll steal a baby,
to cook alive,
and snicker as it cries.
girl, make your face as white as snow,
and make your lips real dark,
those boys will look you up and down,
and make some nice remarks.
boy, become as thin as twigs,
and put on that girl's dress.
i'll bet she loves you all night long,
and drowns you in excess.
i'll bring the booze,
you bring the drugs,
and we'll all dance like fiends.
the room is cold,
your body's hot,
let's screw where we'll be seen.
tell your mommy,
tell your dad,
that you're "quite gothic now",
and when they're mad,
you just blame me,
and i'll come take my bows.
Shattered
Those stars burned holes in my dazzled eyes.
That cold drew clouds from my parted lips.
I dangled blindly over a velvet cloak,
Supported by the cold, cracked tar.
I reached out for miles and found a cloud,
Then pulled it round myself for warmth.
Then I dropped from the tar in a fit of defiance,
Landing in a vast black bed.
There was perspective gained from the white hot stars,
And I stayed transfixed for decades.
A hundred years ears passed in an instant,
But my body refused to grow old.
All these years in my head made my thoughts change,
But the world stayed just as it was.
So I made my way back on a Sunday,
To collapse where my saga began.
A door closed as my eyes did,
And the numbness crept into my fingers and toes.
Skeletons
Bones clink and clatter awkwardly
As the skeletons dance by,
And we sink deep down
Into a semi-conscious state.
It’s a festival of decadence,
Governed by the dead,
With ghosts and specters skipping through,
Their voices in our heads.
We hold each other tightly,
Gripped by terror and by awe
As they rattle, rattle, clank and crash,
Dancing in the dark.
Our flesh begins to drip away,
Our clothes are melting off,
And in a horrid state of half-decay
We slip into the throngs.
There you rip off your shirt,
As I peel off my dress,
So we both can go dancing
On this holiday.
We’re only skeletons.
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