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Shoddy Bandaids and Complex Metaphors

Hey kids I'm going to make a quick trip to the store,
We're all out of bandaids again and we desperately need more,
For my wounds are bleeding profusely after the last set tore,
All have been exposed from my orphaned childhood to after the second war,
Is this death by a thousand cuts I'm not keeping score,
I could've sworn I saw our neighbor Eustice Nuoin wearing one so therefore,
He must have some to lend to his old friend Sam Bailor,
I'll just go across the pond and knock on his door,
This will surely save some time on an honest trip to the store,
Unless he has already exhausted his reservoir,
Of bandaids and metaphors.

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Ether Dreams

Ether Dreams

Chasing all my dreams
Hoping they’ll come true
Watching them unravel
Evaporating like morning dew

Like a lacy web between two worlds
So fragile and suspended 
Buffeted by gales of fate
Pulling ‘til it can’t be mended

A battle rages in me
My heart and head at odds
I wanted to reflect with joy
Upon the path that we both trod

To fight these losing skirmishes
When your postures are competing
Is like death by a thousand cuts
Leaving you broken, rough, and bleeding

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Space

Held in the velvet grip of melancholy I'm conscience as I slowly sink,
 Wholly enthralled by the temptation of a Divine link,
 Recalling deeds performed for good and for worse yearning to completely forget, No feat in spite of sincerity or repentance has a reset, a deliberate homicide of an eternal spirit,
 Death by a thousand cuts meeting pain without a limit,
 Showered under dust from the ashes of ancient and long dead stars,
 Playing the game of battles lost and losing wars, 
Absence of light pulling gravity and existence toward the event horizon,

 Drawn into a promise of forever tasting poison on Judas' lips,
 Infinity and Hell experienced before perceiving death's eclipse,
 Lost in the stare of bare mortality for a while,
 Goodbye finally said with an artificial sigh and a simulated smile.