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Proper toolsLate night anger forms from callous words. A broken mirror lies facing impending past. Bloodied and bruised, white knuckled fists grasp a moist face. Words have broken free, words that should never have been given life. Shadows march over sanity like an army of ants. A thousand scenes play over a crowd of one. Throw back a bottle of pills and into the bath. The water is cold, a frigid friend. Eyes grow dreary, breath faints slowly. Clenched fists open into darkness. Snap into white. "Is this heaven?" water rushes the gray tile floor. Just another day flooded away. Life used to be worth living, a new book being written. When you wish opon a star, the star can fall. Rip out all the pages and burn the book. A shaking hand is burdened with yet another tool of self-extermination. Days of planning, testing, and practicing have perfected nothing. The heart still beats, the mind still thinks. Metal and flesh collide, press harder, this is it. One bullet to solve all problems. Who knew it was t
catherine cielPink bunnies will fly as wallowing giraffes die. The world turns. Upside down in a house we sit on polar bear chairs playing old maid. Captin' crunch is drunk again, three aces and a heart. Beehives fuel the air with bubbles as ducks waft by. paint the walls with blue tea and black jam. Look, beetles play harmonicas. What a tune! It sounds as if the sky is frowning. The world turns, the world burns. In an open field dragonflies mingle with hopscotch eyes. Sunflower milk pens into the ground. A lone snake stands up to sing but his voice is gone; I love your tophat. Where is that cat? He has my books. Burn, burn, grow...no burn. Oh the field is melting. Where is that cat? Maybe he's with that log. They were always good friends. Oh hey, hi mister cat! You brought my books!
And my ten-gallon hat! Oh why did you die mister cat? Turn and burn, turn and burn. Everyone lives everyone dies. La La La He He ha. Turn off the squid, it's under the stairs. My do you hate me? Bless me father for I ha
tuesdayOne day, one word, one death. A beauty that I had not known welled descretly in my soul. Every breath filled itself with longing, with every step that brought you closer my heart hurried to meet you. The last days of my life were ignorant at best. With one click of a receiver all stopped. My eyes grew faint, as did my head. Days turned to months as lovingly written pages turned to lustful anger. I am the only survivor with a mortal wound.
library laneShe carries my seed, not from sex but from the feelings that I sow and reap. I'm sick in the head, she's sick of my bed and all I can do is weep. An afternoon with her paper face, speaking words that I could only think. We're such the cute couple, holding your imaginary hand as I bleed my wrist. It's a joy to pretend that we've had a fight so maybe I would be missed.
Let's run away and never look back
We can strain our eyes
Can you tell me why I try to sneak one past your cold summer daze? It's not fair that lovers turn to monsters when we started that way. Its ok if you want to force me under your breath and off this overpass, someday ill be rid of these scrapes. Bruised and used lets kiss the dark away. Hear my acoustic shouts, if you can see my fingerprints then you can blur me out.
Let's run away and never look back
We can drain the sky
elegyThe shining brass handle of a small box turns. As each bar gently touches its pin, a single note forms from a breath of chaos. The pin slowly turns and drops into nothingness as a shining new bar emerges. Pins turn and turn as a never-ending cascade of sorrow. The elegy that the short lived replacements once struck wafts in the air only long enough for one last remembrance to begin. Watching from the darkness, a crimson stream lazily flows over soft new skin. The pins were once just a reminder; now they bind. They bind fate with a dreaming mind, a mind that can not be awoken. The white walls surrounding the struggle were once so innocent, now they carry the scars of a prison so inescapable that it must be destroyed. The walls are red and soon to be black. The elegy unknowingly drifts. Salty tears that once flowed for happiness are overjoyed in the new terror. Shaking fingers cannot turn the crank and hold self-imposed fate. Darkness grows as callous eyes begin to close. The gears stop
cutting it closeThe world is insanity. I crumble into a thousand pieces, each one with your name. Is this all in my mind or am I living in yours? A dark iron door, push it open and see what's behind. I promise the darkness won't hurt you. All promises are lies. I am dead on the floor a card in my eye. Pick up the king and smell my love. The blood sticks to your fingers like tar. Tell my rotting face it's to late, tell it you were to far gone to care. Lay your queen next to my king. Lay us side by side so our hearts touch just like your hand and mine. Put the blade to your finger; touch the sorrow to the shadows. Feed your blood to my lips, I hunger for your kiss. Cut off my thumb and put it in your pocket. Take it with everything else. Would you walk into death's embrace thinking its mine? Or would you drown your sorrows in love's sweet wine? Have you already tasted the wine? Candles burn forward as your steps trace backwards. Where are you going, will you escape this dream? There is only one escape f
wishes for times spent alivesilently passing the days until you return. when you come back will you even want to see me? i've lied so many times, but then again don't we all. i miss you more than you could know.
yet another promise broken. i cut my flesh to your sweet memory. blood flows, flesh burns, my veins ache. i love every second of it. my ears are overjoyed at the sound of skin tearing beneath steel. when you return will you be horrified, or will you love me all the same.
i want to destroy myself, destroy everything about me. i want it all to end. i want to cut off my face and give it to you on a little glass tray. i want to give into sin. i want to burn. i need to feel alive. i want you to be more than just a memory of times past. times when i feared every move you made. feared that my hidden insanity would drive you away. i want to destroy myself so that you will never have to put up with me again.
i wish you could see inside of me. i wish you could see what makes my mind work, so that you could explain
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