Writings

Night Cap

This is bullshit. It was supposed to turn out differently.

Last night I gave you the stars.

All you gave me was a mess. Stained sheets, wild hair, a leg cramp, and nothing to show for it. With you, I felt more alone than I  ever have.

Now you wanna blow up my phone? 

Call me ‘bae’ and take me out?

I just want to forget you ever existed.

I don’t need someone with all the right kindling and none of the flame. 

I just want to feel alive. 

Gem or Junk, Writings

Push, Pardon

To all those that push

All those that fight
All the lost losers losing loosely

To all you buggers, barren, beaten, bullied
You faghags, batty boys, effeminate pussies.
You bitches, bastards, shit eating motherfuckers

You subjugated, segregated,
Degraded with self hatred

To all of you the gods have deemed unworthy
To you the saints deemed sinners
And the unoriginal condemn as abnormal

I raise this glass to you.
This chalice of human transgressions overflowing with feral iniquity.
I am queen of imperfections
And I toast to you.