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Blue Daisy

I sent for you in the days eye the rippled opening of blue,
Petals that would hold pure sun in our hearts for a lifetime.
I sent Michaelmas Daisies to the olden ways of torture to wilt,
While I stood inside these opened doors with streaming blue light,
And it filled my lungs with a sense of new calmness and true love,
I conform within you like the ways of the Blue Daisy combined to one.
And while I hoped the Primroses would blossom into beautiful spectacles,
The blood poured out of the white roses and poisoned this garden.
We, as one, fought against our own roots as our lungs were filled with death,
Watched all the roses die around us, but we still fought for love.
We found the antidote; sincerity and purity, we drank until drunk.
As we reach for God above, we continue on as a Blue Daisy.

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My Love, Your Pain

My blood was the purest cocaine, you could snort me all day,
If you wanna wake up dead in your shower.
I could hold a head of laughter, fight off every angel,
If you only loved to lose all your power.
So watch me make love to the blood of this goblet,
Like it's the ultimate biochemical weapon.
I'll hold you real close to the edges of Heaven,
Now you need to watch where you're steppin'.
Funny thing about Hell, it's so beautiful to you,
But it's poisoning every thread that surrounds,
Like the tears of an infant, the rose garden turns black,
Oh, you only liked everything that it drowns.

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Her Day of Rain Cocaine

Skip my heart in a suicidal jump start.
I counted every finger and I counted every toe.
I ran ahead into my life milestone.
I smelled the snow, just so you know.

The moon it dances for my soul,
It goes along my face with intuition.
I said run along to the deadly day,
I did copious amounts of cocaine with no tuition.

Sway my heartbeat into one guitar rhythm.
I want to feel like surge on a caffeine blitz.
Take me out for just a night not brittle,
Where the edge of the insane world spins and sits.

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Charlie, Good Boy

Golden locks of beauty stained in unjust action,
Drippage from the ceiling was a quencher of reaction.
Rage as a utensil to spoon shovel personal training,
But for what? To piss himself every single time it's raining?
Knock around his organs when a voice speaks on love,
Or if he's needing food or water, just give him a shove.
When we brought him home to love him, he cowered,
When we reached a hand to caress him, he stammered.
Soaked the floors in fear and all he ever saw was blood,
In our touch, in our actions, in our home, in our love.
I suppose that's what they'd really hoped to train;
That the world is a cold place full of hunger, rage, and pain.
But Charlie, even though you didn't stay for a while,
Please find love with others and forgiveness for their style.
You're such a beautiful soul and I leave with this toy,
And the words you long to hear, "Charlie, you're a good boy."

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Insanity's Equation

Rapid bullets fire at the ends of frazzled nerves,
That sweat the fear of loneliness in graves of gracious limbs.
Held shaking minds out to hearts of bleeding wine,
Just to realize shaking meds will be sanity out of time.
Am I good enough for the spiraling of God's alike,
Like drinking from the paper isn't glass and goblet, right?
They see through paper like they see through shards of glass,
Like they see through all these masks of water trails.
I am the shoulder pushed, the mouth unnurtured, the unwanted. 
All is lost with Satan's blood within me, suckling off my fear.
But tell me dear, did I contract it from your needless petty pipes? 
I hate the highs and all the lows and the nothing in between ,
Apathy that drains the hate and the sighing underneath. 
Tired from the aching of a constant infancy grasping ,
Towards things that are already glued in their place. 
Walk beside me as I fall again and again like insanity's equation.

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Drifter

People are wading about in the waters,
They are fighting with everything they've got,
Against tiny ripples that make no indentation,
On their souls, but yet, they fight against them.
I was them once upon a boat out in an ocean storm.
I fought and kicked and screamed until- exhaustion..
Turned my body down to fight the currents but I drowned.
I came gushing up for air and made sweet love to the oxygen,
As it came crashing into my soul full of trepidation.
I relieved myself of water from my lungs and carried on.
Now all I do is...drift...all I long to do;
Let the water carry onward, but all I will do is...drift.
I will see all the crying world breaking bones against the coral,
As they scream in vain to change things that they can't,
...But I will drift...

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Dissociate

My chakras are dividing into the solar system,
Bleeding black and cracking lines like sticks.
The thorn that wreaks its time behind me,
Left a scar and all I've to do is touch,
	And I'm in another room.

My thoughts are gone and so is familiarity,
I think I hear a distant voice but I'm not here,
I don't know what here is, time is, when is?
Flickering of past and present, in a room,
	I can not breathe.

The bedroom turns into a bathroom where I stand,
Even though I am sitting down beside you;
And I'm reaching down into my blood again,
That's trickling and showering to burn it all away.
	I hate this rancid place.

I can't breathe and I want it to stay that way,
Time is nothing of sequential lines to stain my mind,
I hope it's dying while it's alive and forcing me,
And as I stare off, can't talk, can't think a thought.
	I have completely lost myself.

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Rotting Light

Rot on me light, like murky cool damps,
That drip like some sweat in your sockets.
I look on green flesh, purple, bruised and unyearned,
Take it, take it, when it's all alright,
Like a fight that ended in closure.
Steal it from the smile, and take it.
They'd rape the roses anyways, so selfish,
Fine tuned to rot on me light. Rot on me.
Turn my skin darker and pale, steal my heat,
Steal my voice, steal my words, and purity.

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Betrayal's Empty Commode

What if the thorn said, "I'll drink of your blood."
When cast on the stem of the rose in the mud?
Purpose was set on protection and love,
From the gods and the guides in a void up above.
Heard it today when the lightning touched earth,
With a series of cries like a mother in birth.
Feels like knives in my eyes when they are closed,
To the vibrations of throats puking coast to coast.
Set your intentions that's why I have to sweep,
Miles of ashes from the killers I meet.
But they don't leave behind blood; don't leave behind knives,
They leave behind tears of the trash burned alive.
I heard blood was what trust was but mine threw me aside,
To make way for a tramp and to steal a free ride.
So I tried to clean up, poison all the bad blood,
Woke in an asylum full of poison pill love. 
Cling to a wall full of black frozen tar,
When your lights are all out and you can't make it far.
You hold it and hold but, it doesn't hold back.
All these people outside try to throw it off track.
When you think that you've won the forks in the road,
You end up back in betrayals empty commode.

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Vampirism

Eyes avoid the shaming mirror,
As the cravings coming nearer.
Tingled teeth and falling sane,
Organs swim in blood again.

Muscles tighten to release,
Hold a finger to the crease,
As life force drains and rots away,
Stealing liquor razorblade.

Hold my mouth to pull the flood,
Saliva covers cuts and blood.
Tastes of iron, tastes of rain,
Caress a whore of silkened pain.

Lipstick red on dripping lips,
As I suckle and it sticks.
Leave reason floating in the sea,
As droplet life is leaving me.