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Death-throws Jun 2015
Its strange. That in a place where I can have my anominity
I choose to show face
Death-throws Jun 2015
She made me ,you know.
Remove blades from their housings
And sheath my soul.
Drive knifes and daggers into her back.
Part the flesh from bone.
Coward she cried. But gritting her teath for more
Shed lie here on on my bed. Or sprawled across the floor
Shed block my paths out.
My routes through the doors
She would make me harm herself
When she couldn't any more
Death-throws Jun 2015
No good dead

I'm no good dead

Rotten meat doesn't sell well

And tainted souls less so.

So chin up boy. Soldier on ,

To long thinking this way,

And you will miss the day

You finnaly get paid
Death-throws Jun 2015
Do you know how scared I am?
Do you know what looms?
Do you know the fear I have
For all the dark and gloom?
Do you know the knives and blades
Hidden in my room.?
Do you know the smell of fear.?
Do you know who holds you near?
Or is it all just dull and doom.
Do you know who loves you more?
Or are you so unsure...
That the thought is truely nothing new
Do you know who soothes my sleep?
And softly, kindly coos
" all the things i know so well
Are nothing  when
I'm with you"
I'll be watching you
As you sleep under the moon
Two days since you last saw noon
Wrapped up in your cocoon
You'll be holding me
Wishing only to be
Everything you can't set free
At least that's how it seems
If only I was yours
I'd rock you to the core
Release you from this bore
And burst you into spores
Baby you gotta let go
I promise you I know
Your anxiety it shows
Like a black shadow on your snow
Still you can't move
It's too much only to prove
That you can't win or lose
When the strangling hands groove
The night treats you well
As daylight brings us hell
Reducing every cell
But only time will tell
Death-throws Jun 2015
I don't dance
Not to this tune.
I won't prance.
Not with this gloom
Two left feet drag like cement bags
Across the room
Old bags with scabs.
Scoweling laughter , certain of my doom
Broken knees like jack knifed trees
I'm threw
So I will pick up my bags.
Lace my cement shoes
And tell the old hags with their scowls
And their gloom

That still I dance.
Across the room
Death-throws Jun 2015
Don't be afraid
the man says in tears

Its perfectly normal
the doctor winces

You'll feel better in no time
*the therapist smirks
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