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Charlie Sheen Screams

testosterone dream liquid nicotine like charlie sheen sunglasses at night a beautiful sight my one desire with eyes like cobalt fire shielded from view by darkened specs that make him look like bono from u2 you know its true my red eyes might be tired and i might be near sighted but in him i see someone who should be knighted a warrior from the depths of pain lonely in a cavern of disdain where he felt the shame so i had come around to find him lost in the dark like a little bird, fell off his perch couldnt see the upright position couldnt find the ignition to start all the engines he possessed in his vision my juxtaposition between desire and madness creates havoc he just raises an eyebrow above the shades as if to say baby its ok hes so sly my shy guy with the well aged rye and spit in your eye tabernacle choirs couldnt sing of my desire they would burst into flame right there on the stage all that would be left would be a solitary pew for me to get on my knees and beg for a little more if you please this rambunctious malcontent this against the grain rebel rouser and i from a house of ill repute full of hurt and sorrow black crows and woe like a bat out of hell we came up for our due grasping at each other for the air that we need as they breathe in the dust left behind for them to bite as they see us take flight no he's never liked the bright lights they only burn within so baby wears his shades of wrath even when taking an acid bath and i love the way he screams it brings life into my veins where once there was only the slow lazy hate of the H we aren't angels we are banshees

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