Kill-Your-Heroes

    Icicles hang from the mouth of the cave, shielding the maw with chilly knives the size of human arms. Snow gathers at the top of the entrance, threatening to cascade down at any moment. Winter has its grasp on the woods, and there is no sign of it ever letting go. The wind howls through dead branches, clinking them together like bones, dryly whispering in the sky. Other than that, silence dominates the forest, freezing it in time. From within the cave, movement is detected; the first, lazy movement of a creature's awakening. Slowly, he revealed himself.    His bare feet stepped gracefully out into his kingdom of ice and snow; the fluff b

I was normal once. Or at least, I think so. I held onto my mask and marched with the rest of them. I made sure my clothes matched my hair was tidy But that was not me, so I walked on. I was straight once. Just kidding, I never was. But I pretended to be I tried to kiss a guy and he to me it was gross. It was not me, so I walked on. I was alive once. I made sure to stay that way. I guarded my flesh and felt my heart. I worked out everyday to be healthy to 'live' as they say. I liked carbs too much. So that was not me, and I walked on. I was human once. I stayed humble. Read the good word. I hated myself for loving who I love. I watched my t

I can sit down and remember how it tortured me. Blood curdling, screams, dying then falling Having those moments of trying to hold yourself together But you've already fallen apart That moment when you're clawing your way back up only to be knocked down again Trying to find the pieces When there aren't any left Having the greedy kid steal your one piece of candy Watching that last flower die in the winter Screaming mutely into your pillow Or screaming so loudly for someone, anyone to help When only your own monsters are there to listen Feeling so alone So very, very alone That the fake people are real to you and you act surprised when they hu

Hey there, old friend Brown crusted book Silver toothed blade Music with meaning Lover with kisses Pantry with food to spare How are you today? Did ya miss me? I missed you. Burning firewater Pen and paper Long running trail Mocha sweetness Green tables and poker chips We all have our friends Whom help with bad times An escape, an outlet A place to get away Away from what? The answer is very sad, Troubling and gruesome Its to escape from ourselves and sometimes each other.