Mistaken.

You said you were sorry,

like that would keep my legs open.

The more you spoke the less I heard, 

like flattery would pin me to your bed.

I know what I must have looked like, 

such a fucking easy target.
But I'd rather settle out in the cold
than in the confines of your twisted head.

Bite.

Anytime you decide I don't need to hold on so tight,
just let me know,
like a wooden floor, I believe in you.
Lets put our hearts up for sale, scream our lungs out in the desert,
turn these minds into landfill.
While we are still young with fresh blood pulsing through us,
meet me.
I'll run to see you at the fork in the road,
I'll scramble to all of our unspoken truths
to have one more moment,
keep you a little longer,
and feed you a bite of my heart.

Sunken.

There's little more
than nothing
left in this aged head.
I stripped the walls
from white
to wood,
instantly
I hated it.

I'm Asking.

Lock me up,
lock up this shattered girl and throw away they key.
I need something to keep me in this spot
when every breath fills my body with the
urge to leave.

Tie me down,
tie up my fingers, my hands, my toes and feet.
Anchor me to what I know is right
because I'm so damn good at running from
the echo of defeat.

Echo.

Embrace my warm demon,
drain out your heart some.
We drink but never fly,
intoxicate the darkness
more than live.
I am a walking victim
of an endless moonlight need.

Stained.

Walk on, son. Walk on now.
So you can still lift your head tomorrow,
don't tarnish that fucked up name of yours.
Someone will kiss her shoulders like she used to wish
you would,
and he'll hold onto her, for dear life,
because he can see her for what she really is.
Walk on son, just walk on now.
There ain't nothing you can do
but thank her momma for that pretty face.