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Sedate

I’m starving for medicine—

For a thousand clattering

Pills indulged all at once,

Dropping like snowflakes

On my withered tongue…

.

I’m starving for some sleep—

For a million hazy dreams

Coalesced softly all at once,

Showering like hail and sleet

Impaling my withered soul.

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lágrima

i cried

for the first

time in a

long time

today, and

.

the tears

are not for

me, they are

meant for

someone else

.

and the

sadness is

not mine,

only my lack

of control

.

towards them—

i wept, and it hurt,

but i could only

imagine how much

worse it was for you.

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sometimes i exist i think

I can feel a change
I lie awake every night, scratching
At the back of my eyelids
Nothing good ever happens
In the midnight hour…

~*~

distance stemmed

from coveting and

plainness, an upside

down mixolydian

reverie, never enoughs

for nobody was—crave to

choose isolation from

an option of tenfolds

because it eases the

passageways and

makes for a placid tale

of another ghost haunting

their own apartment

simply because they

wanted to leave the door

without a key just ever

so slightly unlocked

~*~

Don’t look at the moon
While the light is draining
It’s slowly killing you
Don’t look at the moon…

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regenerate

Every time I think about your voice
I start to tremble, and my heart’s aching
And anytime you need a shoulder, I’m right there
You just gotta find a way, a way…

~*~

it’s been over

a year, and all

my insides have

turned bright blue

.

coldly choking

and churning at

the constant lie

to pull me through

.

it’s been over

a year, and yet

my insides don’t

feel brand new

.

still spitting

and screaming

“damn it, why did

it have to be you?”

~*~

You scream ‘don’t look’
You scream ‘don’t touch’
What have they done?
What have I not?

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Dissimilitude

Obscure thoughts
And manic visuals
The king of deception’s
Repulsive ritual…

~*~

I am unable to mend myself anymore

Instead closer to discomfort, adoring the

.

Minor slip-ups that further slip me away

Into a state of feeling infinite nothing

.

Because my ribs are starting to close in

And propane seeps into the bones of the aether

.

I find myself struggling to reach out beyond

False epiphanies and this cultist chase

.

Just to seek out disproportionate happiness

For what else is there left to trip on?

~*~

A throne of dissimulation
And disfigurement
King of deception, hell sent
A thirst for corruption…

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Eludine

Our shelters are all living things
I feel the mortar tremble
Pressure cracks like spider webs
With you at the center reeling me in…

~*~

Tremble, tremble

Minds at the crucible

Solely unforgiving

Now giving in to milder

Disciples, and again

.

Convictions falter

Against the beaks of a

Wake of starving vultures

Salvaged without prayer

Expendable, and again

~*~

The locks on this vault
I’ve pushed inside begin to rust
And if it breaks I’m spilling out
Like the needle thread
Through empty trust…

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affettuoso

ivory keys

press down on a

sheathed smile

every note calling

a quiet honey—

ebony in the night

it’s just a torn

coronary,

.

monochrome

crush in metronome

a maiden’s heart

aggressive, then soft

cheeks kissing floor

a melody in thorns

she shouldn’t…but the

shards feel so pretty;

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M a n i f e s t

i will never understand how you leave me like this.

this sorry state of mine, wretchedly piteous. i feel as though all of the pivotal sockets in my body are being violently wrenched away from their joints; every part of me is so stretched out to its very limits that if you were to do so much as to gently touch me, your hand would simply rip right through my gossamer skin.

yet this pain…it’s rather so elegant, so otherworldly, so magnanimously efficacious, that i simply can’t help but agonisingly writhe my way back to it again, despite knowing the inevitable torture that lies ahead. the sight of you. the sound of you. the merest infinitesimal sense of you—so frustratingly palpable that your conjured afterimage begins to bleed into the monochrome universe around me, until i could no longer see anyone nor anything anymore, but you.

you. you. you. you’re clinging onto me like confused kerosene to an open flame, ideas scheming ideations, screaming ideologies, spilling idle love.

you leave me like this, and yet you l e a v e .

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Winner, Winner, Quite The Sinner

I’ll take it all

I’ve got the wiles

Epoxy skin and

Devil-may-care style

.

That stalks the weak

Devours the young

The bones of old

Are left unsung

.

I’ll take it all

It takes a while

Cemented shoes and

A crook’s bladed smile

.

That draws the veins

Close to their end

And leaves the bones

Out for the mend.

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lookback

i’m glad you

don’t miss me

i’m glad i

once cared

.

let stasis

take over

were we

ever there?

.

i’m glad you

don’t miss me

or else i

might care

.

the nightmares

are over

but why am i

still scared?

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