Streetlights

The streetlights flicker like candles and I catch a glimpse of your smile. It's just not the usual kind, the kind I loved growing up to. It's dark and I don't want to know why, I don't want to know what pleases you now. It's getting harder and harder for me to think of you as the sister I've bled so much for. I don't want to think about what's going on in that head of yours, but the thing is I know you too well, always did. Know the signs, the shift in your voice, the movement of your  eyes. And right now I almost wish that you were a stranger. A stranger so it wouldn't hurt when I did it. It wouldn't hurt me so fucking much when I put that knife in your chest and watch you bleed, with all the disgust I  have for monsters who live. Yeah streetlights are better that white lights. I don't have to see too much.

Blood Bath

'Dead' says the floor

frozen in painted tiles

as a lost shower of blood dies

and it's only her drowning

doesn't move

doesn't breathe

only stares at me pleadingly

to save her

my love

a red daisy among fallen flowers,

With melting eyes I fall

wondering who'd do such a hateful deed

and I look down to see

the knife in my hand.

Stained Sparks

The woods are wet

with the piss of revolution

everyone lost in their

anger lead mazes,

only see the dark in this

raging fire.

Shall I leave this world

for another

or

stay put my friend?

I run and trip.

'Help' they yell

and I see a spark

in the drenched woods;

soon they burn

in bloodied innocence.

But,

there is a man I see

the man with the spark

whose life's stained

with a million others

and I know

you know

it's me.