Everything I Touch Is a Weapon

Everything I touch is a weapon for with 

To destroy the beauty you've formed,

From hands and feet, I bleed rivers,

For to sail these quiet obsessions

On nothing with my wandering soul,

To the stupidest city, 

You cut a deeper hole.  

Smothered in time, lost under blankets, 

With magic I sew the contours broken 

But routine is a sadness that follows never leading,

And if I ask you in secret on days like this,

Will I see you closely, and you still exist?

For all my inabilities have risen against me

Like a giant wave in the fucking ocean,

Falling down upon my cities downed,

Falling to drown in hopes of belonging

And if I could only get inside your skull,

I would learn to become everything you desire,

The perfect man,

I would swim through the tears in your eyes,

I would tell no more lies.

There Will You Be With Me Always

Seeing you sketched upon the paper window,

Dancing crooked lines at no one's funeral

With eyes already doused, it makes me more sleepy,

Here we will never grow old

Like an image in water

Near a drowning child

The remembering is bleak as death

And the root of my shame,

Running down my face to the deep earth devoid,

Where I don't think I will wake again,

Because this ruin is a dream that doesn't end

Passing painless, and I know, 

There will you be with me always.

Being

We will fall out of being in a wet shower of stars,

Outlining brilliant eyes in a desolate sky,

We will cast no veil, and you knew it well, 

Tucked quietly in bed, while destined to die.

You held the hand of one I don't trust

He lead you beside still waters, but I burst

Into the void, where jaws meet skin,

And a century of souls will join me therein. 

Stoop

When art is hollow,

And emotions dead,

Do not wallow,

Just go to bed.