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metal & skin (xiv.)

under the darkness

the cycle proceeds

of a mercury teeth

and a soul in need

.

under the darkness

the ritual proceeds

with a lethal gleam

and a heart to bleed.

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metal & skin (xiii.)

am i really that ready

to bleed out once more?

to have lines on my body

to continue keeping score?

am i really so ready again

to taste the love of a pain?

and if i find myself gasping

will that make it all remain?

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sounds of pain in the haemorrhage of a beast

the thoughts that confine

and slow down the

softer sounds of pain

as the beast in my mind

slips and slurs again

tonight; it shall sleep

but the sky is still

spinning under zero gravity

and the madness still

tastes like alcohol forbidden

on my hanging tongue

with every stupor prayer

that releases and unleashes

itself under my nerves,

the weakness manifests in

forms of darkness and

silhouettes and bulletproof

hearts lying under a pressure

and severed lust again

no more shall serpents hiss

about the aspiration and

initiation, all subdued into a

paralysing self-sedation

in the vigil of a ghostly moon

reflected under a lake

like a hallucinated mirror

glimmering in blades

swinging its pendulum knife

downwards, inch by inch

until the thoughts that

confine and slow down the

softer, senseless sound of pain

reaches the beast in my mind

and it bleeds out again.

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on punctured egos

it’s cute

that you think

that i bleed

only for you

because if

heaven is rare

then it must

be quite true

it’s cute that

you think

i bleed for you

but get your

egotistic head

out of your

ass, you ain’t

brand new.

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A Celebration of an Ending

Just look into my eyes

Baptise me with roses

Under the sinful moon

Veil of gossamer laces

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This ending was ours to take,
Let the sun wail for our sake…

.

All there is to do is pray

Another wayward stray

The path of spider webs

Stringing stars with ebb

.

This ending was ours to take,
Let them sing elegies for our wake…

.

Sleeping silhouettes shifted and awaken

Bones, teeth and wings eloquent broken

So look into my coalescing eyes, darling

Our demons are the only things bleeding.

.

This is the celebration of an ending, immortalise me…
In a farewell toast to the ending of our lost eternity.

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metal & skin (viii.)

i’m no longer a liar

seeing it from other

people’s point of view

this bleeding wound

i have created makes

me feel brand new.

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Six: metal & skin (v.)

sharp,

slash,

slit,

sanguis,

splash,

s[k]in.

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metal & skin (iv.)

i remember

memories

more vividly

when i’m

in pain,

so was it

my sin not

to forget, if

i want the

memories

to remain?

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metal & skin (ii.)

it feels

better if

you close

your eyes,

count to

three, and

pretend you

are bleeding

quaint stardust

instead of

putrid blood.

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Glass Stars and Warm Skin

The glass stars crumble to sand every night

Fall on your skin like cool raindrops might

It cuts and maims, yellow aegean scintillate

Until you are a universe, cosmos constellate

It wasn’t facile to achieve your quaint glows

You bled life away before it shines thorough

The glass stars sparkling in a showering light

Your body tasting stardust like the sky might.

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