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Haunted

Have you gone and lost your head again?
Been falling through the floor,
been trying to find my way to you,
can’t make it past the door.
These skeletons don’t seem to fall
and I’ve been beating, hammering fists to the wall.
Tried to find you, just to guide you
through this never ending hall
to remind you, keep in mind you have a purpose in it all

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A Little Less Explicit Than the Original

there’s a casing on the floor for every lie you ever spun
make a case in pointing out they’re all coming undone
shameless is as shameless does, was there a point to prove?
well, i’ve got just what i needed now, so tell me, who used who?
two nights of lovin', lips bitten and sucking
ample reason to leave and proof it ain’t worth nothin’ to you

cause your mouth’s full of tricks; the proverbial ditch
and confirmed suspicions; the shovel with which
i’ll bury your name, and make no use of it,
filthiest word i ever knew

so justify for peace of mind, there’s nothing more for you
to find between the lines i write, you had everything to lose
i’ll lay it out and wear it thin.
red riding hood or wolfish grin?
just save your breath, kid. hold it in
and choke on your own excuse.

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Thanks

& I’m just so thankful that you’re all still around,
that I didn't burn all of my bridges right down,
that I haven't exceeded the times I'm allowed
to call you and tell you how simply the sound
of your voice through the years kept my feet on the ground.

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Siren's Song

She’s alone under beach lights, she’s screaming at air
wishing someone would notice, could anyone hear,
feel the anguish, the loss, losing battle of one?
She’s at war with the world and she’s comming undone.
‘It’s all wrong,’ left her lips, ‘it’s alright,’ said the tides,
‘sometimes we all need a safe place to hide,
to wait inside shadows, return with new light
cause we change and we change till the patterns are right.’
‘But this pounding resounding inside of my head,
I fear is the only thing tangible left.
I can hear it and feel it consuming my head,
eats me up from the inside, lays nothing to rest.’
But the water just turned and it crashed upon rocks,
became angry, determined, climbed onto the dock,
said, ‘Listen to me, I am old and I am wise,
what reason have I to fill you with lies?
I’m a part of your body, a piece of your world,
have I not kept you living since you were a girl?’
But her feet kept on forward at a steady pace
“I’m sick and I'm tired, I'm leaving this place.
I can wait no longer for the turning of time.
I'm the only one left and I’ve been left behind.”
‘But they’re here! Someone’s coming! It won’t be long yet.”
but her mind was as certain as certain could get
and the rushing of water had drown out the sound
as the pounding inside became heavy and loud
and the water, though angry, then grew very still
whispered ‘There is nothing if nothing is fueling a will.
I cannot instill a desire to live, eventual peace is all I could give.’
So she sank and she sang all the air from her lungs,
she breathed in the waves awaited silence to come.
“As I have in you, you may now flow through me,”
and the tides changed again as they dragged her to sea.

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Listener

White knuckled, holding harder never held anything down.
Empty tides ripped her under, promises never honestly allowed
and those white knuckles held to hope and thunder raged inside her heart,
fell right back to the bottom, seeking desperately new starts,
but she felt the heat and the waves and it swept her every day,
farther and outer, slipping farther away
from the hopes that she’d kept close, wanting to keep them at bay
cause nothing ever came from any unchanged, distorted ways
and no bone ever stays unbroken, not in this body anyway.
These fractures aren’t fading when time comes to seal the cracks,
she doesn’t see it a solution for lying on her back.
Her spine fashioned from paper, it’s water soluble at best
and every time she tries to stand she needs another rest
and fixing’s a fix when there’s a new solution every way
cause they come in and she lets go, at least until the very next day.
Direction couldn’t come back quicker, chasing hellbent better ways,
but heaven couldn’t bring her close with demons where she’d lay.
So she gave them all her bests and held even harder still
to the hopes and empty promises they’d never meant to fill.

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Filling Voids

One more cigarette she tells herself,
one more beer to get her though,
but she falls and she’ll drink more,
the absence of you
crawls awake, into her mindset
the worries of few
could you let her, ever mend herself
could you ever see it through?
'Cause she’ll push and she’ll pull
'till the other is all used
and he’ll leave her, just believe her
'cause what else is there to do?

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4am

what I’d give to forget.
Recover only
your perfect symmetry, flesh stretched over bones,
fingers woven in and around,
the rise and fall of your chest,
simultaneous with your breath on my neck
and wondering how long could we make this last?
To stay in unison, heart beats beating,
tongue in cheek while not quite sleeping
'cause any worried or wondering words
could wash this all away.

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Alcohol and Mediocrity

Drinking,
the creative mind follows close behind
and it shuts out the obvious,
notorious for falling into easier ways.
Playing the game of their fathers before them,
they slowly sink away
into a place that’s much harder to find,
will it subside?
Could we revive all the broken traits and mend them,
come alive?
If this wonderland of worry and of futures subsides,
let it rain down, apostles sing softly of the lives
that they have lead.

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Tongue Tied

I've been working on working this out,
finding ways now
just to open my mouth,
to repair and relay all the words I couldn’t say to you
and make you see that it’s not easy.

Before, I'd ground these teeth down to gum
fighting a battle logic says couldn’t be won
between tongue versus cheek, when it’s best not to speak
'cause nothing I said
could ever evenly come out in the end.

A mismatched jumble of words,
mass mumbled and certainly slurred
between emotion and alcohol, left biting my lips raw,
holding my breath and my tongue in case you saw

that every single word
I couldn’t let out or desert
are the ones in reality that never really need to be heard.

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The Beast Becomes Me

Here come the claws, caked, as covered as the jaws
with its teeth gnashing, sharpened. It raises bloody paws.
Over head, flames had fallen, almost silent from the sky,
crept inside just as soundly as each well dressed lie.

Cause: deception,
infecting the ravenous mind.
Lets the blood flow
so that it knows that severing ties
would be the last of love’s lust
and the last of it’s kind.

Still, it sits tight and it aims right
till it’s sure to hit home
because patience, and the waiting
are carved into its bones.
While the beast sleeps, let’s it’s prey feed
both bound to be alone,
the wolf becomes me. Would your heart speed
to find out what i’ve known?