Wind up Toy

Stick the key back in my spine,
and wind me up again.
My limbs have just stopped moving,
from the sins I'm drowning in.
How good it is to be a toy,
when you can wind me up again.

(still adding to this one.)

Winter

I've been broken for a while.
I leap, but I can't jump.
My blood is getting thinner,
and I'm developing a lump
inside my throat.
Where words begin to swell.
I choke another cough
and i hope that you can't tell.
The air is getting cooler
and our blood is getting colder.
I wish you couldn't see
the exhaust fumes from my motor,
the heat that fogs my window,and the monkey on my shoulder.

I've been broken for a while.
And I leap, but i can't jump.
So I stutter up another
and keep building up my lump.

Love In a Death Melody

Notes are pounding in my head
as I try to fall asleep.
The melody is sick
and I'm vomiting the beat.
Vibrations on my walls
shrieking chills right up my spine,
tapping in my joints,
whirling images in my mind.

The tunes are getting faster
can feel the rhythm in my chest.
A piano's softly typing
word that sound the best.
They have carved into my ears
where the drum is always drumming.
Wired strings laced through my lips
just to keep myself from humming.

Stop the shrieking pain
you are pounding in my head.
I find myself enjoying
your death melody in my bed.