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The taste of blood
Swirls in my mouth
As I aggressively
Brush away
A day’s worth of lies
And held back words
Off of my teeth
And gums
I speak words
You don't understand
A language of mysteries
From readings of my hand

I speak of a future
You speak of a past
I speak of a freedom
You speak of a prison
I speak of happiness
You speak of a depression

I speak words of life and I live
You speak words of death
and you die yet  still breath
Strip myself from amphetamines
Detox just to retox with anxiety
Manifested creativity
My madness got a hold of the pen again
palpitating shock waves of my manic imagination

I guess it's better to be aware of it
while the rest are possessed by self-destruction
or obsessed with reality distraction devices
Falling victim to their own vices
Held down by euphoric bliss
can't get enough self-ignorance

Shot up vain
to the ego's heartbeat
Submissive strains
on the evolution of reality
28 days late
The full moon's on the horizon of our own sanity
holding us down with gravity
While our howls take flight
in lycanthropy
I am the superhero
And the villain
I’m the disease
As well as the doctor
I am your sweetest dream
But I’m also your worst nightmare
A beauty and a beast
The creator and the destroyer
Beginning and end
I am the darkest night
But also the brightest day
I am freedom
As well as imprisonment
I’m a beating heart
And the last breath
I’m good and evil
I am human
I put all my secrets on a scrap of paper
I fold it up as tight as I can
And toss it into the flames
I watch as it turns from white to black,
Slowly curling up by the lick of the flames
The remains turn to ash
And the smoke rises into the night sky
I smile because I know my secrets are safe
With the stars
Time has changed us,
But not what we've felt,
What we feel now

Change becomes a must,
Toss the cards we've dealt.
Happiness -- How?


Remember? Remember when I was
The clothes on your back,
The code on your phone,

The scent on your skin,
The love in your heart,
The world - from your view?

Words,
The words weren't spoken then,
You were that to me too.

Are we clinging to memories,
Can memories become new?
I never knew what was wanted,

Now,
Forever,
it is you.
Love was brought to me, on a silver platter, and I ignored it out of fear. Now, it seems, mutual love is lost, but my love is still there, inside me, and her physically.
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