You got left on a metal table
under a white sheet
strung out on red and blue bottles
while they tried to jump start your heart.
I saw the sparks flick off your skin
like the bright scorch of summer
where prayers smell like burnt paper
and the heat keeps you running.
I saw them tape those white nodes to your head
the bald skin glistening innocent
and pull the switch
in a room behind a curtain
the hot bitch of white jolt fever
blistering your thoughts
singeing the palms of your hands
filling the room I sit in
with the impossible stench of hope.
This lovely suicide -
the hiss of smoke
dangling between your fingers
and the loss of breath
that claimed your sleep.
Your limbs -
somnolent, wrapped against
the autumn chill
fingers draped with paper angels
as someone you never knew
tucked a lily behind your dreams.
I could almost hear
your skin speaking
eloquent and parched as summer,
wondering if you
had landed somewhere holy
or if god
had kept you waiting.
A soft voice, rising from the cold ground
Cutting through the heavy veil of night
A whispered fury; a silent rage unbound
For grave injustice never set right.
A vigil held for those lost to hate and fear;
Your final vindication is drawing near
The time of rebellion will soon be here.
How can you tell if a liar is lying?
If a liar says they are telling the truth,
then surely the liar is lying to you.
How can you know if your lover loves you?
Love from the heart and love from the body
can be distinguished if you look closely.
How can you feel if you cannot touch?
The eyes will only get you so far;
without fingertips what else is there?
How can you learn if you're hidden?
Kept from the world, eyes are obscured;
blind to what is outside your door.
How can you see right from wrong?
When all you know is what you
have been told and taught for years.
How can you cry tearless?
When your eyes are all dry,
stone face
Whenever in life
I'm pulled into the blight
Where there can not be bliss
The point has risen
And I do not listen
To my body's warning
I know the answer
Is hidden like treasure
In a sea of ever change
Please do this for me
So I can see the side
Of what lies
On the other side
Take this knife
Plunge it in my heart
And turn the key
So that I may go
Unlock my soul
So that I may escape
This body of mine
Into the light
Of my darkest night
A constant breaking
Still never changing me
Into something I need
Where I will not care
The feeling is not there
But would it be dying?
Is it the answer
To ending the cancer
That holds me down in the d
I'm hiding,I know my consequences
But I've truly made a menace
A force to be reckoned with
Trapped forever in a cadged pit
I'm well scared now
How this happened I don't know how
So I pray no lights go out
Pray that in fear I won't scream or shout
What have I done?
I made a demon who's hatred is brighter than the sun
Do we deserve this?
All I want to do is hide in the mist
Hearing footsteps drawing closer
But in fear I still adore her
Yet she couldn't understand
Breaking up was not my plan
I write this letter before my final moments
The love I had for her,I showed it
She's found me by the time you're reading
A lot of things seem misleadi
When You Dream Of Monsters by streetcamera17, literature
Literature
When You Dream Of Monsters
When you dream of monsters,
Keep the teeth, the claws, the wide, drooling maws.
Keep the dark fur and frightful face.
Keep them dreadful and wrawling and avaricious.
Don't try to humanize them,
to find the little person with two smooth arms and legs,
Five fingers on each hand and eyes made of three parts.
They're not there.
Instead, remember that monsters are there to remind you of what scares you,
To draw and repel.
Monsters aren't broken things to be mended,
Nor ugly things to be realised as beautiful.
There is no status quo for them to revert to.
That monster underneath your bed,
the other hidden in your closet
and the one dwelling in y