Reflections (Chapter two)

Aquarius

You say I am an Aquarius, so I'm weird.
A tough nut to crack, too guarded.
Of all the stars and all the answers.
Where do I find where I lay in all this.

I've come to joke about suicide a little too freely.
Maybe having my hands tainted with the taboo makes it easier.

Maybe having the pills perched on my lips makes the pain go down quicker.
My scars and the promises that tie them to me dulling my senses to their origin.

The void that soaks within my solar plexus and snakes it's way through my veins, feeds off my aspirations.
Eating away at the child within me, leaving naught else but it's own vile excrement.

My all too serious look, my knowledge of things a tinge too dark.
I get it can be a little intense at times.
Thrashing around in the night can get old, I'm sorry for the weight I put on your soul.

Least we forget the pain that drives itself through me, a reminder that my bargains with death have their toll.
Dancing with the devil, tasting of that forbidden sin, leaves it's mark.

I have bigger secrets to tell,
things buried in lust.
Perhaps those things dead,
do not stay as such.
For all the lies I've told about desire,
nothing else could compare.
But that's neither here or there.

This mass I've become is one I will lead.
Who knows what has been laid before me.
In the end I suppose it matters little,
all paths end in the same destination.

In death may we find our answer amongst the stars.