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Alone in a bedAlone in a bed / With arms wrapped around me. / Real, transparent arms.
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Jul 18, 2012
Beautiful MonsterSave me, dear nightmare, from the monster I will become / Your darkness alone can shroud me. / Of blinding sun and free thinkings of the day no more,
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Jul 18, 2012
CertaintyThe terror sunlight brings makes the shadows of the night / Mere church mice. / The beautiful, waking seconds more disconcerting than sun showers
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Jul 18, 2012
DignityTell your gods we call for blood / We're stirring hurricanes in your teacups. / It's an instant headache cure at the end of a barrel,
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Jul 20, 2012
Drunkards' LullabyIt’s breaking and it’s lifting / But **** the alcohol helps / When the cold taps your shoulders
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Jan 19, 2013
Dulcet TonesBrittle bones and dulcet tones / Of monitors beeping their last. / In a sunny room with a sinless floor
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Jul 18, 2012
FloodgatesAnd the floodgates opened / We watched as the debris floated away / We felt the water lash at the edges
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Jul 18, 2012
ForgettableThere are secrets I tell to the demons in my heart / Secrets that had torn me of peace long before they contaminated the air. / My mind screams to shed these weights, the crown of thorns sitting on my brain.
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Jul 18, 2012
GlowMy heart is pumping / On the floor. / The blood it cries
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Jul 18, 2012
HeartClockYour heart is a clock; each beat a tick closer to midnight. But what happens at 12:01 when the world doesn’t stop and the clock’s run out but you keep hearing it beat and beat and beat until there’s just a melody? Just a melody floating in space, no time to guide it, no heart to keep it, no body to dance with it? What happens when you’ve perished but are timeless, half life over and radioactive all at once? / I’m sitting on a shelf with an old expiration date and yet buyers are still looking, still considering. I could go. I could move today, right now, this second, with this breath. But I am not now ripe, yet ancient and withering. Youngest of them all, older than the rest. I am the moment between waves, when the water flees the shore and the sand and shells believe they are dry and safe, but I know, I know, the wave is coming, much stronger, but no one believes me because I am too young to know, too young to have seen the previous waves. And yet I know. Because I am eternal. Midnight passed for me; It’s 12:01 and the stars are still shining and I’m waiting for dawn, even when no one else believes in dawn anymore. / There is a body beyond the door next to me. He listens at the door, he peers from the dark, and he watches and he learns. He is the buyer considering. I am the expired ******* that has no brethren to follow, yet will never mold. I am always viable, a cockroach among mammals. I am different. This does not make me valuable. This makes me dangerous, this makes me another rat in the race, because the paw prints next to me also belong to a different rat, but he is not dangerous. I am dangerous. I am eternity in a cell, screaming with insanity because I know, I know, there is a melody floating in space without any time and I hear beating, beating, beating all around even after the clock has stopped and it’s 12:01 and midnight was supposed to be the end but I found the back cover of the book and kept walking.
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Mar 30, 2013
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