Tattoo

I thought it was noble
to have your name
carved across my soul.

Emblazoned for all the world to see.
For loved ones to fear.

Made up

Half painted.
Half decorated.
I present the censored side.
Tuning out conversations
that might keep me sane.

And now stripped bare
I recognise what i am.

Half human.

Fairy Tale

You.

You were suppose to be
my knight in shining armour,
a handsome prince
to come rescue me.

Not an ordinary bloke
with failings.

Overlooked

Below the fine film
of skin
which clings
to once glorious bones
would you find
who I once was
or over look
the decay
stating
"there is nothing here."

Love of a clown

I have cried the tears of a thousand clowns,
I have walked the path of a thousand men,
wandering aimlessly,
until I found this unfathomable love
that only faltered when in isolation.

Twisting

IT HURT LIKE HELL,
TO WATCH YOU DIE.
TO WATCH YOU TWIST THE KNIFE.

SIDE TO SIDE,
FORWARDS AND BACK
SLOWLY YOU TWISTED THE KNIFE.
TRYING TO CATCH A GLIMPSE
OF IT’S SHINING BLADE.

BUT YOU NEVER SAW.
STARNGE HOW YOU NEVER SAW IT,
NEVER FELT IT’S PAIN.
ONLY WHAT WAS INSIDE.

INSIDE AND EATING AWAY.

AND THIS IS ALL METOPHORICAL
BUT IT HURT LIKE HELL.