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A Lightless Window

The blinds remained closed

As the person behind them thawed

Melting into evanescent shadows

They’ve been crying for a while, now

.

The stars may seem decadent

But all they taste of is a violent death

Apologies may seem so early

But they’re always a subsequent regret

.

And heartaches are cured

By the lifelines on your opened palm

Begging for another chance

To be saved from anyone, by anyone

.

But the blinds remained closed

As the person behind them coalesced in glow

Falling away into vice and virtue

And they’ve been screaming for a while, now.

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eye. see. you.

and your eyes

are toxic

i close my own

and see

glimpses of that

wary glint

digging daggers in

my sockets

hurting me badly

the longer

i stare, the longer

you glare

shade of the pupils

snap fibres

blinding me again—

and i miss it…

i miss dying in your

violent gaze.

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A Mouse in the Kingdom of Lions

All eyes on me, castles falling
Glory, glory, I’ll rise like a one man army
I don’t wanna die without living
I can’t fight without winning
All eyes on me, I’ll rise like a one man army…

~*~

In these destroyed ruins I stand in eulogy, beating the drum

For the voice of dead angels and the harps left unstrummed

Corrupted blood rains down in blizzards of prideful torrents

This efficacious fight’s dishonour gradually refusing to relent

.

So proclaim me wrong, devour this bravery to the starving wolves

For deceit and manipulation is the singular truth I’ll boldly uphold

Attention wrought to the tumultuous voices of the silent anarchists

Uncivil battles engaging against the flames of the contrite arsonists

.

Was thus my gullible sin? Have I persuaded concentric fools yet again?

Dost I have to beg mocking demons just to return to my fallen Heaven?

False, it exists only within old locked towers, behind walls of a fantasy

Hell is a decadent salvation, the final hour’s reverence and only mercy

.

Shards of glass cruelly beleaguering my gregarious scars and wounds

Forgiveness as unforgiving as the darker repasts of the eclipsed moon

The dagger I hold is a facsimile of my humble chivalrous restorations

I’m but another violent visionary rejecting sheer valiance of perdition

.

So reap my damaged soul, for it’s already damned in sacrificial benevolence

And such tempest has defied my will, as it pilfered my crumbling innocence

Yet I shall raise my poisoned sword, nay to my chest, but to my heavy chains

In this kingdom of a wasteland I have created, only the defeated shall remain.

~*~

Even when we’re lost
It doesn’t have to mean we’re losing
I will overcome if I fight now, right now
Never fear, never fall, never giving up
‘Til you give me what I came for
I’m through with all the time I’ve wasted
Battle stations…

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metal & skin (xxii.)

skin

victimised

more

vehemently

more

viciously

more

vigorously

more

violently

more

victoriously.

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My Viole[n]t Valentine

The amount of pills I’m taking
Counteracts the booze I’m drinking
And this vanity I’m breaking
Lets me live my life like this
And well I find it hard to stay
With the words you say…

~*~

Pretty lavender plushes

Periwinkle cheek blushes

My Violet’s love, it hangs

In purple poison tongues

.

Her flowy heather dress

And deep magenta tress

Amethyst jewels so nice

Bloodshot sangria eyes

.

Just achieve this goal

And pull fast the trigger

To make the black hole

In my empty head bigger

.

True, I’m airheaded, yes

But I didn’t ever reckon

That it meant a skull less

And grey smoke in cranium

.

The lump in my throat

Growing with my hate

Is harder to swallow than

The titanium bullet I ate

.

Violet, what’s my sin?

Don’t remember the wine?

Or your iris-soft skin?

Or the mulberry skyline?

.

Or the plum bruises you got

From when we badly fought?

Or the sweet grape lipstick

That left me dazed, tricked?

.

I chewed up razor blades

Because it had hurt less

Than your kiss, as it fades

Leaving me in a bad mess

.

The rusty blood that I spat

Brighter than fresh crimson

Scarlet rose petals they sat

Thorns stuck in malediction

.

Your sweetest lilac scent

Hellish love so heaven-sent

You said we could both soar

Our mauve hearts feel sore

.

Now my hangman’s cradle

Is the only thing that’s able

Now to make me fly so high

Oxygen inhale but a bad lie

.

Though that wouldn’t compare

Violet, to the lack of breath I felt

When you said, so vividly purple

For me to go away and drop dead…

.

…Okay.

.

Violet, my love, you got off simply fine

Your dark wish was granted this time

Now won’t you care to also grant mine

And be my lovely violent valentine?

~*~

Well I’ll choose the life I’ve taken
Never mind the friends I’m making
and the beauty that I’m faking
Lets me live my life like this
And well I find it hard to stay
With the words you say
Oh baby let me in, oh baby let me in…

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