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Dancing with Roses and Resisting Temptation

Bleed me out, I know you’re the first to listen
When I scream aloud
I’m coming clean again, and I will do my best to
Show you who, who I was and who I am
Don’t write me off, please hear me out
My skin is so much thicker now…

~*~

But I must tell you, sweetheart

Blood is rarely so romanticised

These scarlet kisses on my skin

Are veined vanity, lesioned lies

.

Pain must be such a sorry thrill

By risqué reality in rancid roses

A glamour of the red that spills

Like liquid lipsticks and dresses

.

I love the way the slits do smile

I hate myself for being charmed

I love I loathe I lied I lust for lost

As rubious tears keep me warm

.

But each night, it ends the same

More of hurting for less the gain

I get sick of what keeps me sane

Then I forget, do it all over again

.

It might seem decadently pretty

Almost enough to vie for a taste

But those glass shoes won’t hold

When you’re waltzing on blades.

~*~

I feel it in my bones
Not feeling anymore
The writings on the wall
My scars are at the door…

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Sophisticated, Manipulated

You make suffering

Sound like such an

Elegant red romance,

Sophisticated stance,

Graceful lithe dance,

A pure angel chance;

And I make suffering

Feel like destruction,

Blatant manipulation,

Discordant perdition,

The chaotic creation

Of a sloppy emotion.

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little fixes

a glitch

in the system

a tear

in the hole

a burn

in charred skin

a scar

in my soul.

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hydroxyl

warmth

blossoming

in my chest

of a heartburn

as the cold liquid

slithers down

my throat

.

chills

shuddering

down my spine

like an arctic wind

tongue numb

with every

shot and coat

.

sweetness

and bitterness

vying for my

sole attention

seducing my

whims as I

fall to waste

.

but the fever

breaks out

and subsides

slow and gradual

and bitter

is always the

aftertaste.

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drink or dare

cautioned glances

hushed laughter

madness taken

in little sips

dirty secrets

gin and water

madness hidden

mine to keep.

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Blue Illusion

this friday night

i threw out control and

i drank myself away

until my lips were as blue

as the alcohol i craved

cerulean illusions

faded like fireworks

dancing past my hazy eyes

as i exhaled out slurs

and my breaths collided

with the dim sodium lights

though it isn’t enough

to get me inebriated

and drunk on the colours

but i sure felt hitched

to a temporary heaven

and i sure as hell ain’t sober

razor blades didn’t cut it

so here’s another cure

i’ll prescribe to keep me sane

and i hope these smiling

little breath mints will

help me hide the reek of pain.

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Ghostwriter

I write about you

When there’s nothing left to lose

Let them wonder

About you and your little lyrical clues

Your whims a cause

And I wish to embrace your doubts

I write about you

Because there’s nothing else to write about.

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vocal entanglement

i’ll never get

tired of the way

the strings

around my neck

tighten as you play

them and sing;

though i’m unable

to sing along

for your spell is

choking my windpipe

and binding tight

my tongue

.

and yet i could

never ask you to

remove your hands

and the strings

all wrapped around

my bruised neck,

shut up, and just call it

quits, despite the

unfortunate fact

that the copper and

metal wires are lacerating

my bleeding throat.

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disinterested

i’m losing interest

but i convince

myself to lie

give my feet the

chance to think

and i let them try

i’m losing interest

in the rays of the sun

i don’t know why

but i always end up

exhausted as it

sucks my bones dry.

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the taint

don’t let me be the martyr

who shall break your skin

to be the glimmering teeth

baptising you your first sin

.

don’t let me be responsible

staining the gabardine silk

sully not such chaste ivory

this is not sheer selfish will

.

i do give a damn about you

hell, don’t you fucking see?

and i’m just trying my best

so you don’t end up like me.

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