Eric Magnus Lehnsherr
"You are a god among insects, never let anyone tell you different."
-Magneto
Callosity
Water rain drops polish my face.
Blend the tears with something safe.
Like thunderclaps each drop takes.
The maladies tucked away in my crown.
And the bruising is hard to harbor.
Pick a place, ill tell a time.
Start the story, ill make it rhyme.
To the chanting of,
The heaviness that is,
What its like to carry,
Everything beneath the surface.
Wince Myself to Sleep
When its to much to move. To much to carry on. To hard to breath. To hard to love. When emotions feel fake, because you fake it to much. When a smile turns your stomach, because nothing is beautiful enough.
What do we do? We stand strong, To carry on. To find love. To stop the charade. To find beauty in people again.
But when pain is pleasure, and not the physical kind. When you hurt because you want to.
What is the reason i give myself when i open my eyes each morning? Curl up to my cigarettes, the warmth is perfectly clear.
Madison’s St.
This is the girl i remember,
The one i fell in love with.
The girl that always made me smile,
Always made me happy.
This is the girl i can always lean on,
Who can lean on me too.
The girl who knows all my secrets,
Knows who i am.
You've become the woman i see today,
And i still see that girl in your eyes.
My Special Words Fall Flat On Your Ears
That's fucking beautiful. We have an amazing night, every romantic note tuned to perfect pitch. Then the next day you're out of sight, and i'm out of your mind. The fuck do you leave me here to do? The fuck do you think i think about? About you, about those rare moments, and times i can be with you. But every morning that we wake in each others faces, i feel like i'm back at square one. You're the same person i knew before i was drunk, and even worse after. I'm ill from trying so hard with you. Trying to make everything perfect, and bend to your ways. It seems i hang around you because four beers deep, and your eyes shine like you've never seen a man before. My special words fall flat on your ears.