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re-drown

we have wound back

to where we all started

zero degrees farenheit

the rain slashes torrents

of the heartbeats that slow

and the blood that boils

into the misdemeanour, as

unforgivable as my vice

.

we have drawn back

to where it all started

a hundred degrees celsius

the circles tracing our steps

of the nerves screaming agony

from the blood that thins into

an unescapable ocean wave

and if there was any way out

let me learn how to swim.

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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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Wicked Halo

I was used to rejection, but not from the sky

Angels ejected me out of the clouds for a lie

Both wings were fractured, my halo dimmed

But I can promise you that this wasn’t my sin

They call me fallen, I’ll call them in expletives

I saw paradise, and it wasn’t all that exclusive

All shades of purity, all hues of vestal virginity

And in other words, it’s the most perfect ennui

I was extinguished, just another star left to die

But now I’m careening down, set to destroy life

You will ask, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

But I was never there in the first place, so try again.

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A Monarchial Compunction

There’s a unique regret, quite baroque and grand

The tainted sobriquet hewn amongst tallow lands

A coronation of florid fears with a golden diadem

From which articulate loathing, it chances to stem

There’s a unique remorse, robed in finest regality

A poised inelegance, to smote upon their enemies

And when to it, you surrender your sovereign rights

May God save you, for it shall reign with all its might.

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Spectral Painter

I’m the ghost you pulled out your throat

An amicable host painting lonely coasts

The nights appear deadly and serpentine

But that won’t cease my brush turpentine

I won’t forget to include the sunset colour

If you reverse and fall, I’ll sketch the hour

Hold my canvas for me against their edge

If I finish, I’ll hang it with stars on our bed.

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