Acceptable Period

Can't bring a sense of attention.
Cannot be forced to mention,
all the ways we were rejected
no matter how hard we were reflected.

I watched for knives coming at my back until I felt it.
One blade under the ribs, and one underneath my armpit.
The bastard came right at me, with smiles & salutations.
He knew just how to play on every one of my frustrations.

We saw our blood and the closing of the coffin door.
Next we were begging for the friend of sinners & a whore.
But we got nothing but the darkness from which we ran away,
and now we breathe in dirt & worm shit every single day.

He was like a god, showing nothing to the non-believers.
He was like an angel, comforting all the grievers.
He smiled deftly, and took every single thing in reach,
and when it seemed all over, I found one more knife in one more breach.

A Wish Called Cotton

All I know is that it smelled like sin,
and I'd kill & bleed just to get in,
and it made me sweat and swear and pull out my hair,
and it was more painful than fiction and it was absolute addiction,
and she stayed there and looked like that all alone,
and I could barely contain the need for new flesh & bone,
and we waited and waited and we were never sated,
and everyday longer it was more complicated,
and every time they came I tried to laugh it off,
and never could I keep it to a whisper and a cough,
and every single strand & every single drop
made me feel more like a fool and more like a prop,
and every pretty smile drove me a little more insane,
and in every waking moment I fell more in love with the pain.

Scarred Winter

Watching you behave this way, it kills me to believe,
to share the shame, the pain you've made, with ease how you deceive.
I watch my friend bleed slow & dry;
I beg for you to let him die...
With laughing eyes & a stabbing heart, you offer no reprieve.

There is a champion among us,
someone to deliver,
someone to play forgiver.
But they can't win all the time,
they can't match your power.
You grow darker every hour.

It's just that I fear what I don't understand.
Would you really give in if we meet your demand?
Would you give back his hand without taking his arm?
What will it take to make you stop the harm...?