Killer Queen

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Two poems

...But I'd Rather Fall Asleep

A nameless, faceless shadow,
I’m so empty without you.
Kneeling at this charred and blackened altar, I cry –
Was it ever worth it? Paradox becomes a driving
Force behind my feeble efforts
As I struggle to repress the urge to turn away.
I bled before – I could do it again, you see.
I could send it tumbling right out the window,
Leaving traces of hunger and hurt.
Once, you told me I was alive –
Now I grasp at myths and legends
Trying to replace your voice inside me.
Dear, we reach an impasse:
Your eyes shine red, your stance is strong. I won’t
Abandon my pursuit, but stand tall as you
Sever flesh and bone.
Sanity, rest in peace, for your work here is done.



They Say She's A Total Hypocrite

The shadows rise up behind me, inside me.
Unclean and impure, discontent,
And I know it’s not over yet.
Doggedly beating my way through the marshes,
I’m hopelessly lost.
And I lie to the world,
And I lie to myself,
And I pray
That my lies will come true, it will turn out ok.
I lay myself defenceless at the feet of my mind,
My predator. I served myself too well.