The Burial

 

Inspired by Pino Daeni’s painting Parisian Girl. Oil on canvas. 1939

 

I picture you knew all too well,

That two left feet don’t make a right

That heaven lives inside of hell.

 

Your eyes are ice, we cannot tell,

How lovers lust, astray to fight,

That heaven lives inside of hell.

 

We came from clouds and down we fell,

Like drunken angels, cry at night,

I picture you knew all too well.

 

Like magnet fields we both repel,

Sometime we broke apart our flight

Cause heaven lives inside of hell.

 

But move your lips, come out your shell!

Your love is indirect your height

Still pictures knew you all too well.

 

Yet- I love these sheets. I will excel,

And then you find this is your fright,

Now heaven dawns inside of hell.

 

My sweet, this is my last farewell-

My drink is strong, my east is light,

We picture we knew all too well,

How heaven dies inside of hell.

Beatles: The popular one, gets all the attention and friends.
The Who: The explosive one, makes fake bombs as pranks.
Rolling Stones: The druggie, ironically, best friends with Beatles.
Pink Floyd: The artistic one, always painting or drawing something.
Queen: The flamboyant one, usually wears colorful suits and spandex.
Led Zeppelin: The perverted one, has many sexual fantasies.
The Doors: The poet, writing many stories about memories.
Sex Pistols: The rebel, is almost always in detention.
Kiss: The attention whore
Ramones: One of few friends with Sex Pistols, doesn't get into much trouble.

you kept talking, nonsense,

sirens in my ears, and all i could think is

fuck me with your words 

Kurt Cobain.

(Source: downer-27, via the-screen-killer)

I refuse

to lay here and die

without you

i will move on

and I will cry

but at least I’m alive. 

“I can live without you, but without you i’ll be miserable at best.”

some shit like that anyways. 

Words

I carried words that weighed a ton,

and cried for days, i lost my tongue, 

It slipped out, I lost it on the way here,

And as you whispered in my ear, 

each tooth began to disappear,

when you firmed your lips against my neck,

red spots, I began to get,

I whistled along with the wind,

in hopes, that it was you i’d win,

I’d weave a dream for you and me,

I weaved my skin,

you let me bleed,

and soon enough, 

these words were all I had.

still, my love, you lust, you skin, you bruise, you slurp, you belch

you cringe, you howl,

you wander, you ponder,

I do not exist.

Yet you are beginning to go mad.