Until Your Heart Stops

Yellow turns this courage badge Into a valentinal trash These are the crushes meant to crush you The contact was dry But exasperating like a teething smile Pulse by pulse, I honor wet weather to myself into her hands And for an angel even she knew it well When my, my drool dropped past her lips, no Dead man floating, is one in a forgetful memory, yeah She saw it, she saw it, she saw it in my eyes When finally they opened Coughing up blood like throat No, lover let go of my neck No, lover let go of my neck We knew together that every crack in the wall Is a step towards release of the lascivious waters I no longer wade through Lover, let go Lover, let go

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 27, 2026

Something is slowing me down It makes its way through my arms Through these fatigued worn fingers In fury-fevered lashings of claw I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes To emit its evils onto the page Blood-soaked desperate one-sided attempts Into the chill of all words Let the sloth be told of horrid torment To watch him plagued in thought for all of our years In every time, a star of hope is shining its regards As a sparkle of vain mockery In these pained attempts of self-alleviation To convert from the monster

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 27, 2026

Old places fade hard, and no matter how long You row upstream, the water still makes waves That carry the rest of us away Carry the rest of us away, carry the rest of us You are what you weep, from your head down to the sleet Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place Void in all hints of home Watch with your heart, run with your gut, ever so careful not to lose the fragile beauties of motivation A whir of warning winds signal me back to birth Watch with your heart, run with your gut, ever so careful not to lose your mold "They laughed to all the intrusive music They danced hard enough to wake from a non fiction-based nap They killed me when I couldn't be a source of entertainment Strung like a puppet to every degree of debt In social contribution by the migraine" Our fight keeps using a voice that needs rekindling I promised wet weather to myself From the moment I set foot into my own autopsy Past all the shimmer, beyond the urine-stenched conglomerates of those without a set of eyes to make contact with "There is but the utter of all necessaries Pushing ones that brimming light Through the dregs of apartment life A necessity that leaves me short of breath in the end" Watch with your heart, run with your gut Primate winds blow me back to old bloodstreams

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 27, 2026

Goodbye to his starving concrete male lows Resign all need for bargaining with an open door To a closet full of all the things he wrote as a kid I can't believe what it did Whole arachnid-eyed spinnerets form The motive slips, the bugs become the end, they eat you Glued by the palms to a dinner plate, passive meat Shrewd likeness arms him like a runaway, rampant glories Nothing short of a forced-drum drama vibe, wished goodbye The knot that never comes untied Leaves feelings I know someone else has lied About who you are and what you know The whitest lies are blinding snows Eyed in the mockery of his prey Breathing the air of scare and tyranny He hunched right over, for me to use his back And write out the eviction Notice from my heart No remorse, the I's were Dotted with poignant stabs All the things that I wrote as a kid I can't believe what it did to you What it did to you What it did to you What it did to you What it did to you The knot that never comes untied Leaves feelings I know someone else has lied About who you are and what you know The whitest lies are blinding snows Breathing the air of scare and tyranny Breathing the air of scare and tyranny Low and behold, the end of our rope is a noose The end of our rope is a noose I chased him right back into eternal peace And sealed that closet door

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 27, 2026

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A parasite that's lost its appetite With what he calls his own Being yours to clean for With what he calls his own A parasite that's lost, lost its appetite With what he calls his own Calls his own Being yours to clean for Walk with a weapon and fight just to see What draws the line Between the now and yesterday Scenes from the past Premonitions all too real Real, real, real, real, real We dwell like antique paintings older every day Until a thief steals you from the wall Until a thief steals you from the wall In the shadows of creative eclipses I've noticed your handwriting improve Over the years Over the years Though sometimes I can still smell shit in the ink I can't clean this stain of a little boy And sadly I am trapped in here for good Locked my door and read these cryptic pieces A hundred-thousand times more For every sundown that crutches the awake Simmering the need of peace and lightly seasoning Our bodies back to bed Aimless is the mind on porcelain Aimless is the mind on porcelain pillows Aimless is the mind on porcelain Aimless is the mind on porcelain And we dwell like antique paintings Older every day Older every day

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 27, 2026

Reality rose like the sun, and still I slept through it: "I can always witness it another morning…" The thoughts like these are cemented in procrastination Now this part of 'she' is liquid form somewhere on the floor As a self-defiant need for a cure Diagnosed to emerge and roam away From roads as thick as foam You wish to burn the candles that quietly service the arm Another day with the shades pulled down Until the swallow returns her to sleep A father knocks on the silent door While this part of 'she' has become an inferno shame Louder than we expect from such silent candles Not so secret anymore Now the eyes of my eyes have opened Now the eyes of my ears cling dear Never let the swallow return you back to sleep The smell of wounds have left you bug-bitten here And again I know reality shall rise tomorrow This time I hope to be awake For I cannot postpone another morning Never let the swallow return you to sleep

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 27, 2026

Long walks with my temper Take me down a dead end street In contemplation; Where do we start at the end? Before I could collect myself I'm vacuumed in by a figure's armspread With fiery gasps of iron-air Cornered in my circle of friends Won't he speak to you? Emptied on the floor Were the shells of my defenses Placing in his own Bullets of condescendence Those people shafted me Of my social weaponry

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 27, 2026

All, all relaxed with fucking nails bit to the quick Bit to the quick, bit to the quick While golden was the silence Like foam filling the mouth of the exempt The burdened saw the damage Absorbed with our legs lost to heated-white lies We remain to pull its frame From the ashen wreck of anxiety Blown to conspicuous borrowed attacks We've got the nerve to live so low like this With nails bit to the quick And teething blood so warm The man who keeps Sewing needles between his teeth Prefabricates every spoken word With no weapons to lay in front of me Robbed of my skills in social weaponry, robbed Impending was the omen No choice but to sever dead skin You reap what you sow To degrees you'll never know You'll never fucking know

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 27, 2026

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