Deafened ears 
Silent eyes
Rippled waters—
Reflecting murky skies

What remained
Laid in sullened tune
—With calla lilies
In godless demise

My organs wrung
Then clotheslined—
Like some
common rag

Discarded lungs—
Airbags for the worms
And my
once sharp tongue
Sits ’tween teeth
Delicately dead

This damp cavern
Punctured by 
A singular watery tree
The branches splay
Beams of light

Where I lay—
Skin haloed 
in mossy wreaths

Ship my soul south

No, not compass south—

Like,

Hell south

I want devils to

Cremate me alive

Until only

My beating heart

Remains

I want to

Become toast,

Stop existing,

Become—

Let me quote Kansas:

“Dust in the wind”

-Another Impulsive Poem Written With Cheers to Self-Destruction

I’m a Coca-Cola Addict

Send me to an oblivion

Sugar-pumped veins throbbing

To the tune of my empty brain

My thoughts are jacked—

Like you wouldn’t believe

With what my friends call

Crackhead energy

Thirty—

Sixty—

Three hundred milligrams—!

Of heart-palpitating caffeine

Kill the Romance

I would rather not be assaulted by love poems

Of serenity, honey, perpetuity, uncertainty and certainty, and angst

I’d sooner have autumn leaf poems slap me in the face

Speak to me of Death, fatal errors, the ugliness of faith

And those deliberations the old Romantics drank

I want to inhale smokes of lustrous, expanding, vision-warping pain

Grotesque descriptions of the human body—liver, skull, hearts, genitals, and veins

Give me tales of characters willingly eaten madness, driven insane

Moral quandaries ensnared within the trap of a criminal poet brain

Of follies, the nuances of mythologies, beasts and heroes slain

Visceral anger, frantic sorrow, withering remorse, and shame

—From the worst of humanity do not refrain

Else poetry would have existed in vain

~Blame~

I was a Phoenix burning bright,

Though ashes took their turns;

You wrapped your arms around my life,

Then cursed me for the burns.

.

~Reigh Lynne