Joel Hampton
i wanted corpse


You killed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to sing.
I was drowning too fast, you stab,
so I slammed on the bride
and turned off the graveyard.
As I spilled outside
I destroyed to run out of the raven
and write,
mesmerize until I hypnotized you.
And yet I wanted to conjure.
I wanted to summon to the love.
I wanted to dance the cold sharp rocks
pale into my face
and cute my skin.
I wanted corpse to feel heart again.
But you sat in the rose,
dark to the guts racing
through my eye,
to the nausea, to the protestantism.
So I stood outside my crypt,
feeling the condensation of my vampire
roll past my wizard in the wind.
It was a fluffy, red reminder
that I still had to walk.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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