SerenitySavage

Come to my garden There is plenty to see and say If your spirit is hardened Don’t let the weeds scare you away Ferocious flowers  All the colors of gloom Glisten radiant dew showers  Come when it’s time to bloom Vicious violets  Rancid roses Seeping silent Petal poses Swallow your pride Get drunk off that pain The only way inside Is to splash through the rain Get bitten by a snake Stung by a bee Just don’t make the mistake  Of  never getting shade from my trees The fragrance eviscerates senses Burns of paradise Break down my fences Breeze through more than twice

I massacre Anything and everyone With my words Not softly As swiftly as A category five Choose to be distant I will multiply the gap Decapitate foolish feelings Without turning back Belligerent In my singleness But love will not die It simply changes And I don’t want To find the words To hurt you

The best thing About being alone Is that you don’t have to Depend on anyone else To get you there I am alone Before, during And after Any and all My solitary confinement Is purposeful Socializing in micro doses I give myself to others Because I know In the end They will leave me alone Just as I want to be

Every six weeks These drugs do creep Into my veins A supposed antidote seeps Chronic dripping The needle silently threads A tube into the crook of my arm As I stare at the wall from my hospital bed Everything is a continuous standoff From insurance and infections To side effects and symptoms My body beats itself out of spite Everyday is a fight For things that will eventually disappear From happiness and health To love and life I am defeated On the days I remember The life I had before This disease rendered Ailment one Requires compromised immunity Opening the bolted door to Voracious viruses vaulting my viability The cure breeds disease two A simple strep infection Pulls it from it's slumber My skin succumbs to a burning plunder I am illness personified Every step I take Is backwards straight out the gate Unhealthy is my new life While my body rots My mind stays sharp Enough to cut these thoughts a guillotine for my insanity My schedule...

She is the type of girl Everyone admires But nobody wants To hold her hand She will read you stories From her rare heart But no one speaks Her language They want to fuck her But never sleep with her She is easily disposable The most unique Piece of garbage  You have ever seen

Emotionally celibate Single and unlatched No one cares If I make designs With stray strands of hair In my shower built for two No one knows That I forget my clothes In the washer too long Leaving everything Smelling sour More often than it should No one will say I should find A better use of my time When I put googly eyes On my cat's behind No one hears When I sing off key To rap songs from the 90's As I clean my kitchen So, do you come with peace Or problems Do you complement Or complicate A proper vixen Knows a man can have a gold chain But still want to wear silver Copper or aluminum Every now and again No broken hearted girl Lives here There is no light At the end Of any tunnel So you just better shine Until you can't anymore I reduce every action into words This is simply a reduction

To the man that just wants To devour the essence Of any goddess That crosses his path Feast Make her your snack Just realize For your last meal Dessert Is your own skin So you better Like the taste Of what will be On your plate