Storm front… part 1

Storm front… part 1

Steel has a cold hard bite
Separates the lips
Parting madness
Defining a past pretense.
Whispering:
No more….

Where the blood splatter
Mirrors don’t lie, money gratifies
A fashion sense of the twisted and hated
Worn around my neck
Whispering;
No more regrets

Untamed thoughts dance with lightning
Swirls around my eyes
Gently darkening my perception
Drowning my understanding
Leaving a psychotic conversion
Whispering;
What regrets?

Scars separate yesterday with just a grin
The battle was won with my wrists
Gasoline stings worse than sweat
Whispering;
who needs regrets?

In my head, thoughts, process. Mutilated.
Sanguine fills the slaughterhouse doors
Rain conquerors blood drops
Cocking my attitude, aiming.
Whispering;
what’s done is done

Disconnected. Left astray……