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Delilah and the Philistines

My mental image impaired
Undid the braids in my hair
I rain destruction in the fight of my inner feels
Remove the tricks of the trade
You’re just alone on the stage
There’s no witness fly your soul
Through the windshield…

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She breaks all your fingers and she calls it love

She’s got the eyes of a demon with the hands of a god

A delicate masquerade, dress lined of backbones

Sentencing the innocent to hang by her good intentions

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She sleeps in a bed of casualties, a murder house designed

To lure in the chains and incarcerate her psychosomatic desires

Picturesque saint with a stolen halo falling off asphodel hair

Lips of asbestos and reflections of disaster on her morning wear

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“It’s all for your good,” a sultry lie, “have faith in no one but me.”

Keep the strings attached on your neck, deflecting her own failed sun

“You’re never going to be satisfied, why do you even try, sweetie?”

The automatic letter for the clockwork machinery she calls her lungs

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She breaks you down and breaks you apart and she calls it love

She’s a philosopher without the sagacity, she’s a surgeon without the blood

A desperate manipulation, exposed body lined with cheating scars

Sentencing the world to hang by her bad intentions just because she lost the war.

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Damaged pride and vulnerable
All my fears are open now
Never thought I could hurt you so hard
Staring at my hollow phone
Wondering if you’ve found your home
Feel like I deserve to die alone again…

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Mister Doctor Man, How Much For An Autopsy?

I’m Mr. Doctor Man who questions his hands
Lost his mind, but clinically fine
But he found a way to cope, needle in his throat
Falling down, but the world is spinning round
And round, he knows…

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Your arcane consonance is another memory in my eyes

Candelabras, needles, and shale skin is what’s left of me

Sabotaging the magnitude, time is but another simple lie

I’ll be the sick boy soldier patching up your indigo eternity

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But don’t count me out like the silver glitter in your dress

I may be a fair firmament forecast, but you’re a bad omen

Perhaps your vignettes are perverse, and I’m lost in senses

Remnants of irrational contusions, in a masquerade pretend

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My artful catastrophe is another remembrance in colder eyes

Chandeliers, syringes, and shallow flesh was what’s left of you

Serrated mutinous, time is but another complicated way to die

You’ll be the sad girl doctor breaking down my lavender infinity.

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Honestly, it’s running through my veins
You see? I don’t need their surgeries
I just wanna breathe; they’re coming after me…

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Pomp and Circumstance

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Clothe me in soft laces of golden honey

Spun from a weave of senseless lies

With high heeled shoes and face painted so sunny

Ain’t it fun to dress me up and watch me die.

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Celebrations of glitz and glamour

A room of glittering gold and sparkling silver

Attended, by no other than sombre clowns and masked harlots

Pretending to shine brightly when they’ve already rusted a lot.

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She’s lovely, pretty, her dress was so breezy

The expression on her face displays that life is easy

He’s a gentleman, a handsome one, his face shows nothing but fun

They get adored by everyone but who genuinely cares about them? No one.

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Abstract concepts of presumptuous formality

Painted with ballgowns, top hats, riches, and exterior beauty

What is that painting though, but an example of human crime

Of another blank canvas ruined with the wrong ideas overtime?

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I’m gorgeous, mystical, prettier than shades of pink

I’m Gomorrah, maledicted, uglier that one might think

I’m perfection, elegance, radiant to society’s eyes

After all, they’re the one who dressed me up, so I say, bring on the lies.

~*~

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