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Hush

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Silver echoes from better times ring like alarms in my head.

No, I cannot stop the sound, I let it paint the corridors red.

Someone is knocking on the kitchen window, but I do not look.

I gather all my arrows, bury the knives and the hooks.

Gloved hands are scratching the glass and pulling the doorknob.

Your breath leaves mist in the crisp air as I silently sob.

We both know you can enter whichever way you please,

But your master taught you better, kill only after you tease.

And I must admit, I almost did not feel the bruise in my thigh.

The high of the hunt is not like any other kind of high.

My vision is blurry when I lie on the frozen bathroom floor,

I am ready to give in, yet I am ready to hurt you some more.

Your eyes peek in between the curtains and the dirty shades,

You want me to hear you slowly sharpening the rusty blade.

But my innocence traps your boiling blood and ghouls outside.

I am out of shortcuts, and you have nowhere else to hide.

Crimson echoes from a dying future hug my weak neck.

No, I cannot keep me eyes open, cannot save this wreck.

Somebody calls my name as I drift off with my selfish thoughts.

I release my prisoners, ending all the wars I have fought.

-JW

Scarlet Rhymes

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Your brain, it dictates you dark poetry.

Come and carve an artwork out of me.

I bleed black when you cut me open.

Baby, I’ve long been broken

Far beyond repair –

So don’t try to fixate on the just or the fair.

Cut away until there’s only an inky void left.

“Robbing me of breath is not a theft.”

Do your worst,

I’m neither your last nor your first.

Clean your knives without any guilt,

Don’t mind the guts that I’ve willingly spilled.

Trap my essence in a whiskey bottle,

Hide the mottle.

You need not worry when you fall asleep.

It wasn’t a creak,

It was only the wind in the attic.

Go ahead, close your eyes to the sound of static.

You didn’t hear the bottle break,

These days nightmares feel far from fake.

And the sound of blades getting sharpened

Shouldn’t make you this disheartened.

So don’t turn your head left.

“Robbing me of breath is not a theft.”

It is, however, a neon red perfidy

And, my dear, respectably and cursedly

You’ll bleed blue in your gilded sheets

Until your tongue is out of cheats.

My brain will dictate me scarlet rhymes

As it carves sense out of your senseless crimes.

-JW