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Pyre Aug 2018
Let's Meet at the edge of the world
Where the sea falls into the stars
***** popping, and snapped bars
Drunken nights, and smashed cars

Hazy rooms and useless A/C
Smoky beds and wet sheets
Tingling skin and ****** feats
Hopeless love, a never ending sea

Dark pasts, and failed stories
Purposeful distance, and mindless kissing
Potion drinking, and hearts failing
Empty promises, and Pointless parties

I won't allow you to be lonely
You won't make the mistake without me
Let's poison each other into heaven
It's the least we could do us heathens

So let's meet at the edge of the world
Where the sea falls into the stars

-Pyre
Edge world sea society love hope
Pyre Aug 2018
Just another metal bird
with a dictated flight path
I'm just another ****** up ray of sunshine
Too many people that come and pray at my shrine
L Ron Hubbard was just the start of an ideology that's too dangerous
Too many people following a leader instead of their ideals, it's so real
yet it's only as tangible as the wind
it's not what you think
it's really not what you think
wishing life could be darker
just so I could enjoy the brighter day that I've kept a bay, that I've slept away
starting another fray.
just so you can feel at home, raised on a battlefield of the sexes, getting off on your exes pain, one more kiss in the rain, one more kiss that will maime,
another made up character that we look up too, just to hope we can be true to oursleves, cause after all were different, like everyone else.
yet anywhere else is a better view, than your own eye sockets.
Hiding more than your ring finger in that pocket, destroying your mother and building rockets.
it's our adolescence, time to fly on our own, and leave those that raised us behind. in a neighborhood that watched us grow.
I've seen the terror churn inside too many good people...
maybe that's why people still believe in god, not because they think he's real, but because they hope he is.
because maybe.
just maybe.
He'll be at the end of this long and dark tunnel.
Pyre Aug 2018
I think i've lost my heart
I don't think you understand, What i truly am
But yet here you stand,
Telling me who i am
I can no longer be, what you want from me
What was it you stole from me?

Blooming on my heart,
Losing veins as you take root
As the synapse misfires.
Thoughts that become liars,
Lies that become the truth
Truths are turning on my youth,
Aging into the monster,
But you lean in closer.
Praying on this broken altar,
The gods forget to forgive,
But These shadows keep stealing.
A night that i keep feeding,
Returning to limbo
About every year or so,
To find another light
To burn another bridge
Standing at the ridge
Saying more and feeling less
Still hiding in this mist of nicotine
Clouding my judgements.

You,
You instill the stillness in my heart
And she.
She derives the anger.

Repetitive mistakes,
As the synapses misfires
And my thoughts become liars.
Pyre Aug 2018
You know what she is
She's a drink
she's like alcohol, I love drinking it but I hate waking up the next day
No
Actually, No
she's like a cigarette.
I love cigarettes
I love taking a breath with it
How it just is part of
you
just, inhale and get a buzz
Before you exhale
until you bring cigarette away from your mouth, give it a second and then go again.
All the while it destroys you inside
Until eventually you finish that cigarette
and then you just toss it on the curb.
Sometimes you drop it in a puddle of tears.
sometimes you break it before you get to light it, other times you burn the wrong end of the cigarette.
That goes on for a while
until you finish the pack
some people even get bored or sick of their cigarettes, so they switch their brand.
but all in all.
their still smoking a ******* cigarette
and the end of the day, every time you finish one
you die a little more inside
Just a little, your insides literally blacken
and her?
well she's the **** of a cigarette I've kept going for too long
it's kind of burning my fingers now.
so I'm gonna **** it.
then I'm gonna buy a new pack.
Pyre Aug 2018
My chest is my mast
My eyes the crows nest
and my mind the pest

My rib cage is the hull
My jaw the figurehead
and my mind the blockhead

My ears are my anchor
My eyes its chains
That my mind all stains

My Spine is the keel
My veins the crew
And my mind is askew

My soul is my captain
My heart the navigator
and my mind the perpetrator

My name is the Crest
That my mind will infest

— The End —