Neil Berrett

Something I can never have
Your hatred, your disgust, your shame
What I touch cannot be cleansed

Once more, just to feel like old times

Feel the sharpness glide across the iciness within

Moments of hope crash into fragmented realities

I need to feel it again
Stop denying me what I need
Just tell me you’ll make this all go away

Your sour shame spread across my lips

Held you under, brushed your strands away

Your stillness was so graceful

I’ll never be sorry for starting your addiction

I see your mouth agape
But your screams are silent
Flee with me, tonight
We’ll sleep in fields
and hold each other

Facets of light glitter on your face, the distant glow fades into a cold stream of isolation

Feel the turbulence in your throat

The cold spiral of water rushing down

Choking on your own gasps

Wishing for more to come

More pressure, more fear, more darkness

It will come soon enough

Wake me when the shadows ease

Moving forward, moving along

Give me a morsel, I’ll return a story

Purse your lips, I’ll clench my fist

We’ll dance until the blood runs dry

Distant fingers reaching upwards

Sprawled across the late misfortune

I wait for your gentle curls and our leap into the abyss

Twist me between your fingers, mold me to your liking

Running when your edge cuts into my flesh

I seek another

To hold me, care for me, lead me, command me, to rule me

Give me your pity, your goodwill, your generosity, your help. I’ll take them, use them, drain them until you leave only spit and disgust.

Grip my throat and press until the ground is covered with the remnants of my existence

I can erase and start anew. I want to feel the wind licking at my face, pushing me towards something greater, something I can wish for.

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Give me something to use, something to chase another, something to feel that rush again.

Something to give me a purpose. Something I’ll regret. Something I’ll want to forget. Anything to fill the hollow.

On the Left There

Ran as fast as I could

Maybe slightly faster

Just Like you said

But

Last thing

I remember

I was covered in Dust

(thanks, Jake)

Tell me I’m not a fool for thinking there’s more than this, tell me I’m not acting in vain. Tell me I can make it, tell me there’s room for me in this world.

I’ve always carried them with me. The words you spat out, before leaving me folded against the ground, retching out the last slivers of life. You’ll never be good enough.

Together we can dance atop the clouds, run through green forests until we collapse in heaving laughter, together the gentle wind can brush our cheeks as we stare into the night sky. Together we can dream.

With grey wisps of breath floating from my lips, I called for you.

Take me with you, to a place free of chains, free of pain, free of regret. A place with hope, a place with feeling, a place of safety and reprieve. A place to heal jagged scars, a place to nurture.

Please, take me. Take me with you.

Follow me down into the depths of the dark night void, where great swaths of worms twist in a kaleidoscope of shapes, where tattered men lurk in search of new blood to soak their fears.

Born with chains, I crawl from end to end, searching for another to accuse, another to worship.

Quickly, tear it into strips and add to the pile. Clouds of dust sweep across the fateful distance, footsteps marching closer. There’s more to slaughter, more to feast.

Sweet bubbles of blood on my lips, just to feel your sour flesh at the back of my throat.

The sharp black tendrils of smoke rise from your carcass. The fire will cleanse us, prepared for the future.

The blood washes off clean but the stains of regret remain.

Held high and gasping, my cuts sting with your sweat. Push me under again, let me feel the slow burn of escape. I relish your pain, I deserve your torment.

Come out of the shadows and show your face, press it against my bloodied scars.

Whip me, slash me, hurt me, break me into pieces of your hatred.

I’ll always be your plastic toy.