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hallucinogens of the unsound mind
anesthetic figures state their somber positions
the commodities of their mirthless smiles reast unconfined
i'm writhing from their false amorous animations
i romance with death dancing in the winter lights
in malevolence i sing my sorrow. prying it will end
trying not to impede the unhappy yet happy ones rights
i freeze a smile upon my face to be with the fashioned wind
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repitious symphathy bracing graffiti upon the walls i animate
elegiac words morphing into their stark existance
inanimate figures peel away to shade the world gray
their vows spoken through echoes of blood screaming out my eulogy
reiterating their prevarications which induce the opaque starlight
the contours emit a reflection deceiving the effigy
singing vacant pantomime to the adorn imperfect perfections
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i can feel the darkness as it engulfs me from the inside
beyond consiousness i dance with the figures of mud
as the claws ripped through my back my heart died
and i slipped into my bed of the fallen one blood
reanimated with nothing more than my tattered wings hanging frail
white flower petals lined the ground waiting to be imbrued
solemn vows from the shadows spoken through my weathered veil
my dying silhouette asphxyiating from my heartache yet to be subdued
dancing with my old incarnated being, killing the light that once gleamed
awakening the oncee malignant tears, i pull myself apart again
disecting my obscure temptations to pleasure the pain i've been deemed
destroying the lucidity i once had... all for a kiss that will lead me to morbid sin
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the moon shining lucidly upon the sea…
nothing could taint this beauty,
the gentle breeze coursing through my hair;
the feeling of pain and sorrow all leaving with the wind.
even the blind could see the beauty of this night,
my heart is in complete serenity.
the stars are out only to add to the beauty;
what a view i have from this cliff on which i stand…
all this beauty real, no masquerade here,
all alone in this place of breath-taking beauty;
the only way this could be any better is if someone was here beside me.
the night sky is in such serenity.
the clouds moving in oh so ominously…
but the beauty still isn’t fading,
the breeze is slowly picking up,
a strange sense of tension is arising in the sea…
waves mercilessly hitting the rocks just a few hundred yards below.
the sea is filling with such despair.
the wind is growing cold and fraught with an odious scent…
the beauty is still here but i’ve been struck with a sense of fear
such a strange change to occur so quickly and unannounced…in the air,
a sudden change is also occurring in my heart,
being alone and the loathsome setting is bringing out my wicked side…
the air is feeding off my malice.
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beckoning a dream, without the repulsion of bodies best set
together. the same dancing decaying soul overwhelming itself
again. the perpetual act of destroying lucidity. watch as it
consumes me through her eyes... inferring an unreasonable
consciousness, screaming for calamity of a solitary heart!
even my reflection creeps with shadows... dining on my
diminishing hope and joy. watch as i self-destruct and
slide back into my hole.
feed my trepidation sorrow to keep the stress crawling. teach me
how to cry again... feignly, meaninglessly. burn my desire in the
forshadowing of my next great fall. illuminating in elegance singing
through my effigy... in the darkest visual hue. the shallow end
of the vein, in a vessal of withering self-assurance, wading
through afflictions carved by a woman's hand, bound to my tears.
listen to my stark elegiac songs, as i preach them one last
time. put your gun to my head so i dont reiterate yesterday.
the portent is growing today... annihilate rapturous illusions
behind my eyes.
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hair so dark and smooth,
i dream of running
my hands through her hair,
so soft and warm with love,
i can’t escape her love and beauty.
skin as cold as ice, and
yet when we touch i
can feel a bitter warmth
from her finger tips as they move
down my chest, i can feel her love
in every sensual touch we share
eyes of perfection, looking deep
into my soul, her eyes gazing into mine
reading me like an open book, i can hide nothing
from her eyes, so beautiful,
so clear and forgiving, and yet menacing
in a way, i’m lost within her eyes
lips full of unbranded and indescribable love,
every kiss we share i feel closer to heaven,
i could stay for the rest of eternity with
her lips pressed against mine
breath of life and love, every breath
we share bares life and we don’t want to give it up,
but we’ll never part anyway, every smoke we
share could be of a tomb, but we have no worry
for death couldn’t separate our love
she stands alongside me, but she is no more than
a figment of my imagination,
she is all in my mind, so perfect, she is the
only one for me, if only
she were real
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living yet dying
breathing yet asphxyiating
standing but falling
reanimating but rotting
loving yet hating
rejoicing yet crying
bleeding but healing
seeing but fading
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