Most Days

Most days 

I just fade into the ache

Red wine pain

Torn black lace

Suicide dancing the edge of my veins

And I have the scars

etched across my heart

Wounds from battles

I didn't start..

my switchblade mouth is silent now

why would I let my demons out?

My inked up skin

carries the sins

A tapestry of violence

"In my valley of tears"

for eternity

Most days

Resurrected from my dreams

Yet you paint my pain

with the blood from your mouth

Words

that call my demons out

Our story in graffiti

On walls no one will ever see

our blood mixed together still

creates

electricity

You have everything I need

Everything

you

deny

me

Most days I'm a shadow of lust and rage

my wounded bird

beats my rib cage

I've suffered enough in this shallow grave

Yet

Still

I ache

to face most days...

c@ Poetic Angel 2018