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Something works its way into me
Squirms till it finds a comfy place to fester
Infecting me at my core, imposter that just wont bleed
I'm turned away by my self, it multiplies, lays in clusters
Where is it taking me, from and to?
Why am I just letting it tear me from my golden idols
What am I, but a ghost to do?
And all I have is my bag of souls
Not worth there weight in copper
Mea culpa, or maybe. sorta. kinda, something kinda like, um.
Fuck this Life, its got a leak, and I have no stopper.
My own little nirvana built in rot, as I go Numb
As the sky cried its tears of blood.
The dirt below my head washed me away.
The one last kiss that would never bleed.
And I loved to look down at her cloudy sway.
There could never be another heartbeat like it.
An openly Splayed Chest, to bear none else.
With every absurd shard, Its been tampered.
To which all shrapnel have chased, and crushed.
Burnt by Broken, and withered dreams.
Cultured from old soggy winter climes.
And I rake my hair with the trees.
Simple splinters too cracked to bind.
All the hurt pours to a river that floods.
Making that trampled, unforgiving day.
While not sprouting from my seed.
And as I keep in mind to not give way.
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Red moon shines
down blood stains
in clouds
Light covers Twilight
a still lake
a comforting embrace
gentle embrace
of one and one
to make crimson wake
The water is cleansing
Heart so pure
seen through perfect eyes
her beauty is infinite
so is my love for her
Ethereal Eye
Toward the sky
Seeing all there was but
Not what can become
Real
A blind God
Did he not see?
We are just puppets
We cut our strings and
Fall
Love is a diseased joke
And yet I feel like I need
To catch this sickness
To understand this riddle
Life is Chaos
Hold me still my love
Take me back to Grace
