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Despite Myself

In your world I am you,
Despite myself.
Disgust myself.
A long time living in these lonely bones,
Ones full of eagerness,
Cannot even empower them.
I take a stroll down a dark, dark road,
One you've heard of,
And I lost it there.
Wind skimming my feet,
Endlessly,
It's hopeless again.
One swerve to the right and I'm gone.
The noise shrivels,
I can imagine it.
I can drink of it in the nighttime,
Since your face appears,
Just to ground it out.
I am in your world,
I am you,
Despite myself.

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Warhead

This emptiness inside is absurdly loud
And it rings in my ears so I do not sleep
It's the thought of you
My memory
Which is surely fogged by now

I chose to remember your safe, loving arms
Somehow drowning out the iciness in which you abandoned me
I feel you looking at me
Accusing me
I could've tried a little harder
I didn't understand your pain

You have crippled my heart
Unfair as you had always been I suppose
I unlocked myself to you
And you gobbled me up

I never saw which direction you had come from
Once loving, my eternal friend
Never wanting to see your likes again

As I lay awake you are there
And you speak to me
Will you move along?

You, I blame, for such dysfunctional sleep
You, I blame, for taking my capacity to love with you

You were my knight
But you are sick now so am I

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Missing Persons

I can easily find time for it to cradle me.
To fondle my ears, throat and lungs.
It voices the most courageous chants.
Tearing me up and ashes and dust.
I whimper only the slightest.
It is my father, my lover, my hand in joy.
Tomorrow I will see another sun, and the morrow after that no light for the eyes.
I listen closely to it's insane emotions.
I'm dripping with sweat as it begins another story.
One I've heard so many times before.
Now I grow passionate, excited and a bit weak.
Not tat that has puddles to do with it.
Forgotten who I am, where I'm going.
Did I enjoy weapons, chemistry, architecture or poetry?
I recall... or no... I don't recall at all.

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Cloaking

I drip this passion O' mine,
Into the depth of the cup you hold nearest to you.
And the bull inside makes my flesh swell,
Not catatonic,
Just in suspension,
And always in suspicion.
Part of my ill-borne mind creates an image of reluctance,
And I give it to you,
As a gift.
Not much further now and I'll be completely aware,
Aware of the notions you so cleverly curtained around my head,
So I see no evil.

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Waves of the Mist

As though life turns round and it feels like forever.
My visions are still incomplete.
I strive further and further for my unknown dream.
Always coming  back to nowhere.
I fall face first into the sand.
Hoping these are grains of knowledge.
Dreams of beauty.
The wind in my eyes.
But I never see the truth.
I roll in reality sifting for a god.
He isn't home.
These shells of sorrow, they always catch me.
They pull me down.