my final piece of 2011. it's been a hell of a year. now the question is: do i get really drunk tonight and tomorrow to try and forget the shitty aspects of it, or do i get really drunk tonight and tomorrow to celebrate the great moments?

i haven't feasted on others like you have
you killer, you mantis, preying on sadness
you grin without teeth, cloak fangs in your jaws
a netknitting spider with butterfly hide
shy off sighs of exasperation
soak words in hemlock, revel in contamination
wanting to draw me down, closer, retracted claws in your paws
springsnap on my throat
whisper about the sweet smelling substance
secreted by the dozens you've bludgeoned

i turn away from her iris, her virus
but she's psychotic and senseless
her hypnotic words are such syrupy caresses
soothing me, cooping me, gluing me to her floor
i stood unmoving as her hands found my waist
her fingers traced patterns like Saturn's rings on my hips
i waited to be flayed and nailed to her windowpane
braced for the attack but the impact never came
so i keep my eyes closed
because i know she's still there

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn

oh and i really liked the lyrics dude ahahaha actually read them after writing the last comment. a lot of imagery in there and it seemed very mature for the subject matter.