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Welcome To My Life

I'm dying in this slow decay of the senses.
Senseless agony consumes my mind.
Eating my soul until I'm gray.
Gray like the leaves at your funeral.
The day the color faded and beauty went away.
The sky is falling, 
But, only on me.
As the Heavens are calling,
They tell me to leave.
But don't put your faith, your faith in me.
Don't trust fate,
For nothing is meant to be.
The slow silent squeezing of my petrified soul.
I left my heart with the sugar,
In the bottom of the bowl.
The wounds of the mind,
Based solely on the knife.
Look for my flaws and you'll always find....
Welcome to my life.

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Jersey Shore Eyes

Your Jersey shore eyes met my graveyard colored ones.
With the strangest contact lenses meeting the dying mocking birds of the purple 
clouds in my mind.
We stood as the world seemed to spin around us.
The way nothing made sense in this tangled dream.
The crimson sorrows spilling from the deepest secrets in our hearts.

And you kissed me.

I could taste every boy and every girl that has ever placed their mouth on yours.
The bittersweet harmony of death and December.

And I love you.

Your strawberry lips and your bright blue eyes entrance me.
Mesmerize the February of the final memory that we shared.
And maybe this meant nothing.
If nothing meant everything. 
The electricity of the collision of your kiss.
The way my hand fits in yours.
I listen to those songs you wrote me.
I listen to your voice. 
I was so afraid to hear the message.
Beautifully hidden between your sadness.
You’re so perfect. 
You’re sugar porcelain.

You’re a porcelain straightjacket.

You keep me in you like the pictures in my mind. 
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.
I lie for you, I breathe for only you.
You are second hand smoke,
Killing me slowly.
Because love IS the slowest form of suicide.
And if you kiss me now, you'll kill me quickly.

So kiss me now. And kill me quickly.

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Soul To Keep

The ceremony was a joke, 
The bride didn't wear white. 
We were married by Spok,
On the outskirts of Vegas that night.
You wore your tripp pants,
I wore my black corset boots.
Because nothing else mattered,
But being with you. 

The rain started to fall,
The stars really came down.
As you gave me your jacket, 
And spun me around. 
It had finally happened,
We were finally married.
We sped down the road in my hearse,
With Joy Division blaring.

We drank our insides dry, 
We hit every bar. 
And pulled the car over,
To make love under the stars. 
With fake I.Ds in our pockets, 
We fell far from grace. 
I made a point when we got home,
To throw rice in your face.

The bills grew up, 
And we did too.
With every fight and dollar earned.
We lost the innocence of youth.
And everytime we walked out on this, 
We found our way back home.
Though every ambulance ride, 
We never woke up alone.

And still to this day,
Before we go to sleep.
As I lay down beside you.
I give to you my soul to keep.

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I Remember Halloween

The sun went down too quick, 
Our own planet on that hill.
We'd settled for the tricks,
Or treats took form of pills.
The leaves has just started falling,
Gave life to dead, grey streets.
I never heard myself calling,
As I clung tight to my seat.

I was so dead to fall,
Inside that cold sidewalk.
It was so hard to be, 
The September we used to see.
You just let go,
And I let myself fall with you.
Never have I felt so cold,
Never have you seemed so blue.

The car ran off the ledge.
The water so cold and null. 
In our cancerous explosion of love,
The stars above seemed to dull.
As we lay on the shore,
We realized we were wrong.
Everything we thought we knew about music,
Everything we though we knew about love.

And you told me, your voice still strong,
"Say every word like it's a poem,
And your voice becomes the song."

I don't remember the end,
Or any day between.
But I'll always remember your face,
I remember Halloween.

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Eternal Goodnight

If I say your name loud enough,
It sounds like the truth. 
And still you don't listen.
Still you don't move,
Out of the room that I'm laying,
My secondhand heart on the line.
You turn and your eyes tell me,
You're saying goodbye.

But if I had known,
I would have tried harder. 
Until my body was spent.
Anything to stop what happened,
Your pale skin cleaned the pavement.
The night the world ended. 

Your family was there,
As I ran through the rain.
Trying to find your arms,
That lay empty again.
Your fingers wave softly,
There are tears in your eyes.
They close and you tell me,
You're saying goodbye.

The funeral ends,
Now midnight draws near.
The autumn leaves descend now,
But I am still here.
I'm paralyzed by my guilt,
In the freezing night air.
I light up a cigarette,
And take out my guitar. 

I sit there strumming,
Out your favorite song.
And sufficate on the memories,
Of how you always sang along.
But tonight the voice is only mine.
I leave another red rose,
But I can't say goodbye.
So my darling, my love and my life...
Eternally goodnight.

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Next To You

The one room apartment, 
The couch that we shared.
We could never make rent,
900's not fair.
To two dead broke kids,
In a half-dead town.
We want to make it,
But we don't know how.
Work scrapes by, 
The day drags on.
Records, the only thing we own.
Sing cracked on a player,
So old and so true.
The singer cries out,
"It was nice waking up next to you."
The one room apartment,
The one we don't own.
But your sea sick smile,
Screams home sweet home.

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Rain In Hell

I wanted to invite you on this trip I’m taking.
But I didn’t want to see you cry,
As your razor red skin’s breaking. 
And we descend to the sky.
But what we thought was light, 
Just passing fire. 
We enter the night,
And still you don’t cry.
Out to me as we land,
On the cold ground in fear.
We realize that all along,
Our Hell was here. 
Right in this city,
So soulless and strange.
I start to smile,
As it’s starting to rain.
You look to the moon, 
From which the tears fell.
And laugh as I tell you,
“It’s Raining In Hell.”

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Narrative of Mind Verses Heart

The moon sat so dark,
In my velvet memory.
The stars remained stark,
So complimentary.
It's here you watch yourself from afar,
The light catches your fire.
On a rooftop with razor stars,
You stare with lost desire.
You sit upon the most recent edge, 
Contemplating life...
But if you die Tonight.
I wouldn't know until the morning's light.
And though I'll fail I'll try and save your life.
But be warned,
Immortality doesn't mean never dying.
It means everlasting life.

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This Mask

You want me to love you,
You want me to care.
But,how can I love you,
if your love's not there.
And this pain in my heart, 
Cuts deeper in my mind.
This was was dead from the start,
You're so very unkind.
Because you don't care.
Because you don't see.
And if I begged would you dare?
Dare to see me.
But,you cannot do that,
For myself I don't show.
Behind this mask,
No hope can grow.
And this mask that I've painted,
Represents who I've become.
I'm forever tainted,
I can't overcome.
This person is me,
This person you "see",
Is who I've become.
I've become no one.

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Something About Matches

I'm not sure anymore.
I can't seperate reality.
Reality is cruel for sure.
But fiction was never me.
I like the smell of sulfer,
And the lighting of the sound.
I like the way you suffer,
Bleeding through the ground.
I like the way you gasp for air,
In the little wooden box.
I like the way I make it where,
You're so afraid to cough.
The sounds you make are funny as,
You cry out for my help. 
But I'm the one holding the shovel,
And my heart upon your shelf. 
I love the way you strike the match,
And eat up all the oxygen.
I love the way I locked the hatched, 
And buried you within.
Oh I'd love let you burn alive or kill you with a hatchet.
I'd love to kill you idly,
But there's something about matches.