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I woke up from a dream. A white rose was floating to greet the sea. Morning light race me down the wooden path. Can't catch me now, the sea. . Will you wade with me? You and me, all alone?.
An emotional void, a cold empty shell. Embittered husk, a heart of darkness. Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse. Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis.
...Aborted gestation...foetal mutilation.... ...Abortive secretions..embryonic fermentation.... Your crotch spawning afterbirth. A congealing sprog basted in cess.
I'm on a roll. And I know where I've been. Heart and soul. Got traded again. . Moments of fashion not meant to stay. I live in the past like it was yesterday.
I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression. This effigy of flesh, corporeal Christi, nailed. In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance.
Just tell me that you want me. Yeah, say it to my face. Cuz I remember when we let our clothes hit the floor. And we laid in bed with hours to waste. .
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset. On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads. Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march. Holding as a mirror condemning to repeat the past.
I been all alone. I'm skipping stones into the sea. I, I've been so lost that time has caught up to me. I wanna glow from chemicals. My tongue still misses the taste.
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset. On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads. Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march. Holding as a mirror condemning to repeat the past.
Raise your family of ghosts and spirits, Sir, we really need to drink from your wine. And yes, your skeletons in the closets (might I bring a few of mine?)..
You should never take too literally what you read. Misinformation, distortion, make belief. Fabrications, half truths implied. Misquotations, out of context and lies.
Raise the roof, that I might see the stars. To gain wisdom, to see things for what they are. Please, I need proof. . Dance till you fall, love till you die.
A play on words or words on play. Last chapter, verse in the final act. Words well scripted, each sentence choking. Inaudible gay, blanket which suffocates.
So she catches herself. When she looks down, or too far away. She knows the pain in her side. Is just a mirage and mirages will fade. . And so it begins, the mirage settles in.
My attic is so full of life. Why wont they come and play with me?. Backyard. Tree Fort.. Want to let them in.. But they're not my friends. Sometimes the ash grey mask will suit me fine.
A grim myriad, a gray kaleidoscope. Sterile, constrating. Born and die, institutionalized. A bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sad. . Cross indexed, cross dissected.
Oh, my life begins every time a door closes, another one opens. Oh, my life begins every time a door closes, another one opens. . Just because I'm breaking doesn't mean I'm broken.
Chase the high ground, where you'd rather be. Where you might be found. Face all aglow, to leave from here. To pack up and go. . But it takes some time to get away.
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die. It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye. If beauty is only skin deep. Then thankfully I am blind. Cross my heart and hope to die.