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Transcendental

If transcend was I, a transience forget

Then might thine apnoea bades regret

If transpired was I, transverses instead

Then might thine eternity be that of lead.

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siren song

if the pain

is a sound

it will be

like music

to my ears.

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Callous Tongue

How fucking great

Is it to you that

You could laugh

At other people’s

Misfortunes?

If I were being

Kind, I’d call you a

Monster, but you

Wouldn’t care, ’cause

You don’t seem to

Have any emotion

And if I were being

Blatantly cruel,

I would say that

I hope you never have

Because the

Special monsters

Just like you

Don’t deserve any love.

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sleep-talk

the break

in your voice

is like a

heart attack

i can’t

fathom why

but it

woke me up.

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Talking to Myself

yes, i hold

conversations

with myself

all the time.

not because

i’m crazy,

or lonely,

or schizophrenic,

or depressed,

or have any

mental issues,

but because

it can keep me

at bay, and

well, you know…

who else

would bother

to listen to

me?

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Starshot Eros

you struck

an arrow

inside my

chest and

my ribcage

gouging deep…

but consequently,

you missed

my heart

and instead

killed off

the monster

that resided within.

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Se Faire Jour

This is the dawn

That will take the night

A somnolence

For the halogen lights

Liquor breaths

And purpling day sight

This is the dawn

That will take my life.

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try, but the taste of blood remains

the taste

on your tongue

is called

bitter resentment,

and you

better get used to it

’cause you

can’t wash it away

with the

strongest apology.

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Serve Chilled

The best form

Of revenge

Is the one that

Manifests

All on its own.

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Masochist

you’re

ruining

my

life

and

i

love

every

minute

of

it.

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