Just a Collab.

The dark side of words pour from my mouth,
half-bruised, still lingering inside out,
a torniquet would hardly cut the flow,
the guilded dove searches for exit.

ashes of the past linger cutting away the air,
the lack of care to my obscure care,
faulty smiles gimmace through affliction
and the tank is always on red.

driftful falling bliss amongst chaotic thoughts,
even chinese takeaway and one too many never quite fill,
left longing always for more than ones fair share,
ashamed of feeling.

my eyes cannot read minds, only ears fall on dissanent notes,
im sorry the helpless aid the deaf.
I'm not one to leave rose petals at the door and love letters
in the corner only wheeze and seize you and just about walk in a straight line.

pain doesn't linger for the patient. even hollow beauty bares its
shell my complimentary serindipidy.
How to be brave, there should be a book. I'd like the pictures.
Tear out page by page for the banquet, you are what you eat...