soul assassin

i tried to formulate words but words formulated me

and betrayed me in their fluidity

words fucked with me so now i tentatively

inquire of my vocabulary if it loves me

those who think that they know me may fashion me prolific;

but just full of bullshit would be more specific

a poet reduced to a vocabulary of pieces so many have spoken before

hmmmm...perhaps i shouldn't write anymore

i want to kill myself sometimes...maybe my fingers are flying without monitoring me, understand won't you

like philosophically, not physically, murder my own self-centered shitty attitude

tear my psyche limb from limb, kid

never hated anything as much as i love you

this is different, don't mistake cliche for sarcasm

you know my secrets and my pain and most of all where my spot is, touch this...

soul assassin

like, you touched me and now i can't breathe...what the fuck did you do to me

can't think

but underneath i still unsheath swords

-words