damned

 
drinking from the readily damned
cut wrists bound by whispers
sutures of trust splinter
coming undone at the seams

a day to die under a grey sky
nostalgia burns and curses are heard
as nothing is working
the pain is screaming
in expletives of anguish

Reality rushes, and I spin
sewing together my heart
from spider silk

whose deadly venom intoxicates me
Of course it's the dangerous I play with
not understanding it's me that's cursed

Signing my name at midnight in the Book of Shadows
my secrets safe there
The ghosts alone watch

thinking pity she was such a lovely girl
with pen put away, my blood flows freely