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Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011
And all the plastic girls with their placebo lives
Your lipstick dripped cheaply on the ground

I like this place, it keeps my away from your make-up stories
Home is nice, everything stays the same

Your mouth should be locked down
I kissed you falling on the ground
Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011
In the sweet ashes of the morning sun
your crescent body on my eyes

tomorrow is here, today never dies
my lady sat upon her chair

fixing with her deep brown eyes
she imprisons me in a cobra way

all my shells become undone
you and I are one
Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011
Something special, is what I felt that day
the air I ****** into my lungs was heavy and loud
the cigarettes we smoked were thinner than air

Suddenly we realized that the world had gone grey
than purple in yellow clouds became threatening
and beautiful at the same time

"Time is the same when we walk this way! " she shouted
and echoes sprung off the wall, capturing my memory
all alone I was in this bubble, feeding me & myself
gently whispering in lies

Dark red waves came swirling on her
as if she was dancing with god himself
and I as my witness

Because I couldn’t think of what was now,
and of whom came those strange vibrations
shivering across my spine

cold like ice, pennies were dancing on the ground
flawless soaked in happiness
Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011
In the past where the flowers grow
somebody like you and me would know

In the time of now with today as a frown
someone somehow will bring you down

In the future far & further the decay
struggling & sobbing walking on astray
Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011
You lived alone
in your quiet house
upon the hill

My words were creeping up
like razors scraping through
your pale little skin

Our lips now
daily recieve kisses
from eachother

**They don't know us
Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011
The ******* One // The Jesus Son // The Holy Martyr
The Eyeless One // 'till Kingdom come // Why should We bother

The Death It brings // Like Music it sings // We're revealing Our Father
The Outcast's past // In deafening Silence // Chasing back Our Steps

In the Trail of Fear // We'll reappear // Happy after All
Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011
Seek help
Don't know
why

Dyin' on your
kitchenfloor

Sayin' goodbye
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