80.

Knife-Point Perfection


Knife-point perfection still screams out from wrist
Cut up and altered, my skin till it fits
With scalpel and hacksaw to change all my bones
And scalpel and cottonthread to stretch my skin home

Perfection’s not perfect, and still I despair
With life inconsistent, with no-one who cares
So alter my wrists, let blood flow to earth
Knife-point perfection. My god how it hurts.

79.

Midnight


I wish, I wish upon a star
In dreamy hope for love afar
To send down Cupid’s arrow strong
And end the torture – love unknown

With flaming spear to light my heart
And know with him I’ll never part
Those pure blue eyes shan’t leave mine own
Nor angel’s halo left alone

Staring deep on starry night
Into chasm and twinkling lights
I hope my heart is strong enough

To work this magic to grant me love