Tonight,
The rain falls in my mind,
The scars run scarlet lines.
Weakness is a disease,
Pain the only way to be free.

Cracks open up in my mind,
Fear ripples through me,
At the things I find.
I see bugs in my vision,
Blood in my dreams.
When I break the glass in my eyes,
I remember that nothing is as it seems.

Blue eyes in the mirror,
Your figure grows ever dimmer.
When I break it in my hand,
I hope to find myself in the other land.
Brown eyes a window,
To my secret dark soul.
All worries flushed away,
Down a messy toilet bowl.

I see you,
I see you.
The light in your eyes,
As a phoenix fire dies.
You don't see,
You don't see.
All my life is a joke,
And you are the punchline,
That makes them laugh till they choke.

I loved nothing,
Because you don't exist.
I heard nothing,
Because you don't speak.
I will love nothing,
As you were my peak.

To cut away misery,
A part of me could be free.
When my ribcage is open,
Maybe then I can breathe.
I will break you love,
Before I can save you.
I will hate you for what isn't done,
And love you deeply for what you do.
As long as I live,
This will never be through.

Red marks upon pale parchment,
Display things broken not bent.
Ink black as night,
Is all that can set things right.

I would scream if I had a mouth,
Breathe if I had lungs.
I would cry if I had eyes,
Bleed if I had blood.
I would die if there were no purpose,
But my art creates a living surface.
Every colour is paint,
Each torment inspiration.
I can be free in meaningless words,
In pitiful paper coloured in light.
A beauty non can understand,
Nor take away.
There is nothing to learn,
From lips paired with words gone astray.


© Kenny Phoenix