The Quilled

I lie here in my soft soiled bed
Your paintings of mystery hang above my head
I stare hard at the images until they seep into my eyes
As I bathe in blanketed moments of peace and lies
I think about a world made up of choices I did not make
I imagine a world of all the risks I did not take
Comfortingly, I roll my lips across one another
I slowly close my eyes to tear reality asunder
Just the other day, I was sitting by a tree
A cute little porcupine laid next to me
I placed my hand upon her back
and watched the red sky turn to black
And soon enough, the moonlight came
Shined upon my chest a lover's name
Rays engraved new scars upon my skin
And slowly the quills started seeping in
These over sized needles sank into my wrists
Injecting a venom, causing my veins to twitch
Like black stitches sewing their way up my arm
My inner lining grew with dark fertilizing charm
Then I feel a drip of rain upon my face
I open my eyes, to find me in that familiar place
The same old bed, yet something transposed
Then there landed a drip upon my nose
I look up to see the melting canvas art
The once vibrant colours turning to dark
The black veins in my forearm sprout black thorns to match
When warm fuel has gone cold, there's no turning back
Thrash my body in a fluster of ravaging distress
Tearing holes in the wall, splattering a mess
All the frames of my home will fall
Deep shades of green and yellow conquers all
I look to the storm and scream the name
Of the venomous creature that wields no shame
Push the air from my lungs until I'm weary and sore
Until I can't breath the air from this world anymore
Let my eyes forever gaze upon the canvas of my lids
Forever live in the world that never was. never is.