ash

Keep me open
Keep me broken up
Load me
Light me up.

And when I turn to ashes
you'll scrape me off the bed
knock me out for some fresh taste
and I guess I'm okay with it.

Feeling off again.
Trailing off with him.
I'm not sure where I begin
and this pit of lonely ends.

blood red / beet red

I've got a heavy mouth;
it weighs my body down --
not good for keeping quiet.

I cut my tongue out
but my body
still speaks loud.

I've got a horse's mouth
wide and neighing
nay saying.

And I've always been a bad liar
the fake words mess with my head
my face exposes, flushed.

You can trust when my heart pours out
the blood is just that, not
sugar water dyed red.