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Confused

I dream and i wake and i want her.
But really i don't.
She speaks and screams and hurts my heart. God i need her.
But really i don't.
She brings me to my knees. The world is on fire. With a noose and a prayer,  I want her so 
bad.
But really i don't.
With every breath taken and love forgot.
Tear to cheek. Hands to the sky.
Please god I want her.
But really i don't.
Everything spinning. Losing control. Death come now.
But i know it wont.
Then it all stops.
Things slow down.
 She kisses me softly and with a whisper she fades.
"I don't want you sweet boy. At least not today."

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The First Time

Secret looks, easy lies, shuttering hearts, dancing eyes.
Fearful glances, closet passion.
No name lovers, taking chances.
Simple start.
The rush of fear.
Shivering touch, warm breath upon ear.
Soft kiss to pink skin.
Facing god with a whiskey grin.
Explosion inside.
Head swims.
Dark corners scream as they
 Drip of attraction .
Just pure sensation, and physical pull.
The shadows smile for these lovers and the moment they stole.

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Falling Off

Nothing was left as we were lying in bed.
She looked in my eyes "It doesn't hurt anymore."
These; the saddest words she ever said.
No more tears, she doesn't care enough to cry. I begged her to love me. I begged her to lie.
Now i'm on my knees in the street. Rain pouring in slow motion. Drop after drop, from my head to my feet. 
 I see her shadow in the window. She knows the edge i walk. The needle awaits, the 
foundation is burning. She hands me the key, but i smash the lock. 
My sweet sweet poison. My blue river flow. I caress oblivion, while I wait for a vein to show.
Oh... god. Now its done. 10 Years wasted. Happiness truly is a warm gun.
She was my drug. My habitual partner, my junkie love.
Its all dead to me now.
I march in the liquid parade.
I laugh at god and ask him if he needs saved.
I see it now, in the failure i sow.
Beautiful colors and sickness in tow.
This is my horizon.
My crystal lined sky shattering upon the wreckage below.

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Spiral

Follow me down. Push dirt, in filth and reverence. Follow me down. Watch as I post poison on 
the walls for penance. Can you see my face? Cheeks burning red in the dark. My whisper 
echoes and i leave my downward mark. Farther we go. Till we start to see dreams. They 
mean nothing but are dazzling in their low light streams.  I think im sik, and it moves 
through me in waves and smiles. We make eye contact, my fever catches and we decend for 
miles. Here we go. This is the massive break. Sever the lie of brisk morality and 
questionable faith. The spiral moves itself in and out. It breaths and I lean against its pulse. 
Its coming closer, I begin to move to the music in my head. I catch sight of your face, as i spin and bend. Your tears say enough, you hold your knees as they shed. Its all or nothing now. 
You follow me down, and to the spiral we are wed.
Maybe im over dramatic. Maybe the line curves in both directions. I change pace easily, my road often splits and sections geuinly. Guess its easier to indulge in own self than risk open faith with sincere positivity.

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I'M a Liar

It's like walking and standing and feeling and drug. 
Its like poet and killer. 
Perfection and loss. All from above. 
Its like bed springs in water, and whispers in sand. 
Its caressing the dark when you cannot see your hand. 
Its pleasure and silk and rain from above. 
Its thirst and breath in a playground shove. 
So easy. 
So simple to read. 
It is many rising , and so few to lead. 
Just chess pieces. Board stricken. Stiffly obtuse. 
Bending easily. 
What a kind, worldly, washing, truth. 
Lets beg for each other.
 Lets wipe eyes and be sick with passion. 
Lets be drowned by crystal rafts in diamond fashion. 
Lets lie to each other, 
in corners on fire. 
Sell our words to blurry faced buyers.
It is all from all and infinite desire.
Perfect sentences from the mouths of liars.

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Title Don'T Matter

She is easily gone. 
God given pain. 
Normal to all.
They tell me it will be ok.
I don't hurt for her.
My son hurts the same.
I sit at the bar. 
Slow motion in time.
I sit perfectly still, positive i'm watching people die.
I think i'm different, but i don't know why.
The voice is quite when it speaks.
 Nothing is different.
You are a lie.
I'm slipping easily. 
Silk when spoken of. 
I'm drastic at the cornerstone, And i never build on love.
I'm looking at those who are shy and calm. 
They sit alone and wait for their song. 
You can see their eyes melt when attention is paid. 
They are like me. 
We wait for our day.

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Wake Me Up

Where did it all go?
The fascination?
The unknowing mind?
Its all generic now. Just copies of copies, drawn by the blind.
I sit here in anticipation. 
I wait for blood and laughs.
My welcome home. My bare knuckle initiation.
I'm so tired. 
I want to wake up. 
I want the world to fold on itself.
I want the windows to shatter.
 People in the streets screaming "Nothing really matters!"
I want to braid a noose and then dare people to prove they are free.
Watch holy men cry when their church slides into the sea.
So bring me the girl with ink on her skin.
I'll watch her Bathe, as eye contact produces childish grins.
We'll Speak in hushed tones as the water runs hot over candle lit skin.
We are crystal ship strollers, in original sin.
Lets tear down the world with erotic looks and perfect fulfillment. 
Wake me from purgatory with this one beautiful moment.

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For Nothing

I sit and i write and in shame  i fade. 
Skin upon ashes. 
Paper upon blade.
I commit crimes in the sexiest of fashions. 
I lie awake at night and wait for the demons to cash in. 
I live for my son and still its nothing at all. 
Scratched out existent. 
Welcome to the fall.
Bent light, dark perception, drunk while writing, carry me to contention. 
You liars. 
You beasts. 
You blissful dopes who have know worth of sleep. 
Correct in my mind. 
Its selfish reverie i keep.
I write for her. 
How pathetic.
 I write for worth. 
None left. 
Bless me. 
Something come down. 
Drink, sleep. 
Dark whispers. 
Black sound.
I listen. 
i pray. 
I break from the mold. 
Im a religouse disease.
Bought and sold.
Reason is smooth. 
Easy Ride.
God speaks.
Oblivion Stay.
World inherited, yet no word from the meek.