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Dolorous Decadentia

Is your heart singing out of tune?
Are your eyes just singing the blues?
Dirty records from another time
Some bloodstains on your shoes…

~*~

LOVE

Lonely, some are, looking desperately for a lifetime companion

Others may care not for their contagious desolation

Voices of sound reason becomes whispers of absolute treason

Everyone seems to fall on their knees, limerent to a faux ecstasy of a season.

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ROSE

Rampaging against these tidal waves of cruel thorns

Over and under, on my rough skin the crisscrossing wounds are newly-born

Some blood may be shed, some injuries may never come to a complete close

Every pain matters not when I finally reach the single, beautiful red rose.

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FORM

For this waltz of desecration and dignity, hold your chosen lover tight

Odalisque charm or sincere soul, harbinger of darkness or provider of light

Rays of heartless romance that pierce your flickering, faltering health

May your one last dance with life be graceful as you get pulled away by death.

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STAR

Sharpened double blades of luminary constellation

Truculent tempers in a supernova, anger that causes exhilaration

Arrivals and fluxing of colour and chrome, radiant from afar

Relieve the moments when I felt dim and yet you still made me a star.

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JINX

Je ne sais quoi, that’s how my doubtful, errant feelings felt at first

In times whenever I catch your sight, my heart seems to achingly thirst

Now I know the cold truth though, that I was poisoned with a with a diluted love liquid

Xenophilia was nothing but a desensitised lie that you set up for my emotions so insipid.

~*~

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Spellbound

Girl I’ve got you, under a spell 
And I don’t think I’ll be letting you out 
I’ve got you 
If this is heaven then baby I don’t wanna know hell…

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Mellifluous incantations, celestial visions

Magic words and highly toxic potions

Wooden wands, dolls and hair strands

Ancient books on rickety stands

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Cauldrons frothing, shimmering with iridescent fog

Deformed ladles melting, hissing, starting to sag

A shady silhouette at the very back of the room

Another victim tied up, awaiting her inevitable doom

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Dripping from his mouth like silver light stirring

Cold eyes so hypnotizing, sonorous voice so mesmerizing

Lilting words strung together like Christmas lights

Forming manipulations to remove the frontal lobe of her mind

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Poisonous liquid numbing down her tongue

His delicate hands covering her frightened eyes from the sun

Dark clouds and dust, dirty dungeons and deliria

Each utter flowing from his mouth gives her rising hysteria

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His head snaps, her head lolls, scorching sparks start to fly

Chanting louder, growing stronger, a crow raises its violent cry

He gestures wildly, she whimpers sadly, and finally took the fall

She listlessly sits with no other wits, he’s got her under his control

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He’s successfully got her under his impenetrable spell

Forever bound to an incantation, a prisoner of her own mind

Never to leave, never to break, never to be well

An empty shell that ricochets a faint cry of help behind

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He captured her heart with his powerful spell

Because no amount of magic can cause him to love anymore

So lonely. So dreary. He lives his days in constant hell

Taking victim after victim, throwing them away when he gets bored

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He took her entire life into one big fantasy spell

She got so indulged and passionate that she couldn’t even tell

And shame that her common sense can no longer be set free

Because that senseless, limerent, spellbound girl is me.

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