Emo poetry for Jesus Christ.
Exhibitionism
I look for divinity
as it watches me
Prying bars from the window of your chest
and taking you back to where flies swarm my bed
Is Jesus in the room?
Clutch my cross
Feel the hot love
of his voyeuristic view
Adderall
Heaven above all else
Little blue circles
And I never came down
I understand why Siddhartha starved
and why I never slept
Further from human is closer to god
Vonnegut
I'll take guillotines, I'll take flowers
For Love and Death
For "That which the pistol holder requires"
I want you
I'll consume you
I'll be consumed
Again
Again
And again
I feel the fangs tearing into me
The blade on my neck
The bullet in my skull
When you pull the trigger and say the words
Lie down
Wrap your arms around me
Pull tight the sheets of my bodybag
Meowww
I am suffocating under the weight of large open spaces
They way they make me feel small, like a cat who should be hiding under the bed
I love you like a bomb loves a building
And I'll create another large open space