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Keith Strand Sep 2020
In lonely rooms
the end comes too soon

But hey,
not such a bad way to go

With a bullet in your head
blood splattering your pet succulent

At least it's not suffering
in the pale sunlight

Watching it glint
between the panes

As they tell you
that there's so much to live for

When you know
the opposite is true
Keith Strand Sep 2020
Her
Good for you
you clipped my wings

Watched me crash to the ground

I swear we were flying

But it seems it was
just my ****** gums, knuckles, and thighs

Are you happy?
you hurt me unlike the others

Are you happy?
taking but hardly giving

When I pledged my soul
I never knew you intended to shred it

Or make my head
just a trophy on your wall.
Keith Strand Sep 2020
Why praise god
when the ******'s out to get you?

If he is truly a father
he is the paragon of abuse

Sickness, famine, plague
how universal the suffering is

When I was young
I believed the lies

That there was someone up there
someone who loved me and my brothers

Then I saw how

The gift of eternal bliss corrupts

And how he is a madman

If such a madman truly exists
then how can anyone love him

If it is not some form
of a sickening Stockholm syndrome?
Keith Strand Aug 2020
Liquid gold through my veins
all for you

To sell in an exchange
an exchange of reins

Finish it
whatever you came here to do

Watch me shimmer
as you polish every hit

I'll serve until
you watch me collapse

Parts upon the ground
until you drag me to the landfill
Keith Strand Jul 2020
Fire exists
only to serve

The likes of an oppressor
and the likes of a hero

Burning everything it touches
singing the very fabric

That it rests upon

it's warmth brings you through
the night till it's over

Ambrosia upon earth

How much are you willing to pay?
Keith Strand Jul 2020
In that forgotten ruin
that cabin in the woods

I see the remnants of love and sin

The weathered furniture
well loved but forgotten

Will return to nature, I'm sure

An old man
may gaze upon these things

Artifacts from which he ran

But for now the ruins stand
among the cool shade trees

And burning sand
Keith Strand Jun 2020
I made a pact
In the shady part of town

My heart
For an unknown price

They said
“The sun will lose the moon”

I agreed
Because I knew not what he meant

Now I’m cast out of the sky
Watching her dance

Just not with the sun.
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