oleanderpowder

Shameless Nightmare.
By Miranda Blankenship

The devil told me
it was sin that cast the spell.
over me.
Angels deceiving shadow my light.
light
ening
If I were in the arms of the enemy
I would kiss it's poison lips.
Like the rose that's lost it's thorns
I have been torn open
Undone
Like Frida Kahlo I have become...
Too conscious of the unconscious
world inside my head
Please don't ever go away..
without you my days would be filled with gray.

Inching into my half shell
hiding in the dark
swallowing the needles
keeping up with my lungs
a- breathing
suffocation
always coming back
to the obstructed air passages
where I am, filled with smoke
Nicotine disasters

inching into the dark
I have soiled my linen
and then again I never had the heart to tell u
that I was always dead
Miss Death
and in depth I have nothing to offer

Sigh at the sticky walls
flashing darkness back at me
like the scarred face I wear
evening breaking my bones
while birds sweet songs hollow out my eyes
Pecking at the time

Influences in side
thrive on the yellowness of his eyes
cherish
me not
infamously devilish
I crawl to the edge of your outer eye
showing you this fantasy I designed

no longer can this yield to others
been shielding myself
under the covers
of a ravaged age of dread
for what I know not
lurking under the bed
Behind the curtains
In my pale ass soul

flooding into this
I become shameless.