The joke is on me
The laughter is at me
The taunt is for me
The mocking is my clock

I am the pug parade
I hide behind my jeer
Your laughter is my mask
Your silence is my knife

Come by my sad parade
Come and see,
the man behind the disguise
Help me come to realize

That my broken laughter is still apiece tonight.



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I am my own venom.

Bloodletting is the withdrawal of considerable quantities of blood from a patient to cure or prevent illness
and disease, believed to have sourced from the blood itself.
A purification method of cleansing
self-inflicted pain and misery.

feeling you are never enough
feeling like you've not done enough
to stay afloat
to stay sober

and keep from drowning into yourself again
in a convulsion of shadows and doubts
memories cutting like diamond glass
waiting under the bubbles of muffled scream

no one is looking for you
no one is trying to find you
no one even realizes you are gone
poor you, poor you.

st. valentine

Celebrant of all hearts. Broken or whole.

when sleeping 'till noon is not enough
when staying up late is not enough
when breathing fire is not enough
what else is left to make us feel alive?

medea.

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medusa

Just like seeing a stranger who is worthy of a second look
only to see that that they do not find you worthy to see too
and so you die a little death,
a little part of your heart petrified,
a little wound you thought would eventually heal
and so you go on with your life,
quietly praying someday you'll discover that someone
and realize that they are secretly looking at you too.