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Torment

I hurt myself again today

And I’m sorry that I did

I don’t know. Why am I so afraid

Of never bleeding out?

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The silence speaks to me

And it speaks in a thousand voices

And it tells me what I’ve done

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I know what I have done

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I want to undo everything

And start somewhere

That doesn’t involve any bruises

And burns over marred skin

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If only someone could tell me

Where that is

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So I don’t have to be lost

In a tidal wave of old promises

As old as forsaken happiness

I said I would always try to keep

But gave away to the grasp of time

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It was my forgotten concept

But with no one to teach me again

It’s all I can do to remember

And try to heal what’s left of me.

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overmining

It’s funny how
Things work out
Such a bitter irony
Like a kick right
To the teeth…

~*~

your rich words

are as good as gold

mimic the wrong

that’s what you’re told

your cheap words

are too overused and old

but that’s the only

thing your mouth can hold.

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It’s Not The 1700’s, My Crime Doesn’t Deserve The Guillotine Anymore

I want to see the fire ignite, suffocating the sky
Don’t ever say that you know just what this feels like
I swear one day I’ll kill this lie
Curiosity has taken its toll once again,
And taken over, taken over everything we had…

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Meaningless materialism lights up cities in overdrawn sighs

Catch the drip like a bad acid trip and put me under the lies

This divine persiflage only lasted as long as surgeon stitches

A prelature to nicene creeds, the preamble to salem witches

Set the sky for ignition, to suffocate the zealots complaining

Truthful traitors run the blood thin with a little bit of ritalin

Withstand isolation with a myriad riot of defective firearms

Safety only counts in guns and padlocks like sadistic charms

Let lineages be mismatched, and let sobriquet names renege

The deceivers couldn’t bring back hell without getting singed

Don’t avoid the prejudice, let it seep in like desires in clothing

When murderers become heroes, let false history be rewritten.

~*~

Look in between the lines and read
The story written on your face
Oh, when the sun comes up
You will realize that you were wrong
And when your lungs collapse
Every breath that you take will feel like your last…

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eau de cologne

swathes of perfume—

a familiar scent in the storm

bewildered by wonders

and shadows on the dictaphone

renegade tears; again

they surround charlatan hearts

in sounds of scissor envy

the wineglass is fermented sour…

time vanishes into aether.

the threadbare tale of old lovers

bloom on daybreak scorch

akin to an elaborate kaleidoscope

incinerating infinite galaxies.

your anarchy is no longer ghastly

and the oasis of the cityscape

blinks out in a mosaic, one by one

as i quell my febrile miasma

and twist sullen on my empty bed

your form outline is long gone—

but your lingering fragrance remains.

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Nights Forfeiting Old

You perceive that I feel cold

And the moon is liquid gold

Against the satin stitch fold

I fit like a labyrinthine mold

But don’t let me die for scold

Constellation rivulets in bold

The walls are falling, I’m told

Don’t let me melt in your hold.

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Old Devil Wolf

He’s a stealthy old wolf

With his cunning eyes

That wolfish sharp grin

And his howling of lies

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Into tainted dark, he roams

Clever ‘ol wolf prowling lone

Seething jaws set up to kill

Heartbeat slow yet thrilled

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His raw fury and anger

Echo in a forest gloom

Claws buried in danger

Under the young moon

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As his tame personality dire

Changes like roaring wildfire

Uncontrollable and destructive

His sound reasoning defective

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He stalks his hidden prey

In the dead of the midnight

The hunted pray for mercy

They pray for a short fight

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That ashy grey coat of fur

Bristling in cautious alarm

Blood dripping from mouth

Fresh, sangria, still so warm

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He will pounce and shred you

Apart, limb from rending limb

A sharpest glint in his cold eyes

A last faint glimmer as you die

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That strange man is the old devil wolf

Filled with apathy, hate, and sheer scorn

So pray wary caution, my dearest Luna

Or you just might cause him to transform.

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