Smell of ashes

nothing hurts more than watching myself become the person i swore i'd never become.

I look deep within the mirror. Searching for perfection. All I ended up with was glass in the knuckles from my broken reflection.

Standing over the shards I see.

Me, in every shard

It's hard, to know I came this far.

To fall get back up, just to be torn the fuck apart. When did it start. Where do we end it.

There's only so much I could take.

Now look me in the face.

Your the reason we're fucked up in the first place.

I am the black and grey

Barbed-wire heart

Straight jacket soul

Brimstone blood

Hollow-point introvert.

You may have burned what I once was, but you will never burn what I'm becoming.

"I was burning, while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes." You aimed your darkness at me, but it returned it, carrying your reflection. Sometimes damaged things don't need to be fixed. They need to be accepted for what they have become. they'll sell you the apocalypse with a smile and free delivery. they'll tell you people are wolves with debts. and good lighting. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.

IF YOU LET ME SEE THE REAL YOU, through THE DARK ness AND your LIGHT , YOUR WRETCHEDNESS AND GLORY, your willingness to fight. Don't let anybody convince you that your intuition is just insecurities. SHE WAS AN ANGEL CRAVING CHAOS. I WAS A DEMON SEEKING PEACE. I asked for a map to know where I stand... But life handed me nothing.

instead of a plan!

The stairway to heaven or the highway to hell?

Who can really tell?

The price for our living is our life set to sell. We have seen pieces of each other no one else has. stood in the quiet places time pretends to spare.

Not one of us prepaired.

I am the black and grey

Barbed-wire heart

Straight jacket soul

Brimstone blood

Hollow-point introvert.

You may have burned what I once was, but you will never burn what I'm becoming.

"I was burning, while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes." You aimed your darkness at me, but it returned it, carrying your reflection. Sometimes damaged things don't need to be fixed. They need to be accepted for what they have become. they'll sell you the apocalypse with a smile and free delivery. they'll tell you people are wolves with debts. and good lighting. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.

My outstretched arms never reach

the parts of me that are buried.

I stand inside a blood-soaked body, holding the remains of me.

I won't claim this life.

I'm my own grave-on a tombstone

I carve my name

without a date.

"I was burning, while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes." You aimed your darkness at me, but it returned it, carrying your reflection. Sometimes damaged things don't need to be fixed. They need to be accepted for what they have become. they'll sell you the apocalypse with a smile and free delivery. they'll tell you people are wolves with debts. Who do you believe.