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To see....
past
the sea-saw
of drizzling
rain
Can't ride upon
the wet
and saturated.

Only un-comfort
of the fair
of those
horrifying
clowns with smiles
like a hack-saw
upon their faces.

I won't enter
the hall of mirrors
they lie
and they make me fear
my own inhibitions.....

Questions?

Illuminate and be left to dusk
when the dark wraps eyes
and maybe run but......
They'll be the ones running....
In the dark of their silence

Don't die today,
its a simple of my voice.
I can't handle another
I now keep away
from those of no choices,
I've seen enough death

I can't keep you near
if you are leaving me,
I won't be so close
I can't handle

The rain may come but be a hurricane
and my anguish of my sharp felt losses
No- I'm not a trip wire into the fine,
and the red can't exploit of the wine.....

Its a driving instrument
a car, its the most
happiness
and worth the cost
of your student loans
and bank account.....
You don't need love,
just drive to beautiful
scenery
and
past the prettiness
of the country side.
One day, there'll be no sun
and our moon will be destroyed
and eventually we'll die.
We are the only species
that wishes to destroy,
ourselves.
I won't hold my tongue
to the lack of ethics,
there's no morality
and my demons,
rattle in their cages
but I'm trying
to control
all their rages
I can't....
there's red moss
to the corporate
of glosses,
the white walls,
the crumbling
and the falls
I can hold them
but if the
apocalypse
releases brethren
all hell of covers
the bad-*** records
come to the life
of a piercing knife.
This child
once collected
cute
little buttons
and
stamps.
Innocence
gets replaced
once
we become
adults
and its sad
like a loss
of simple
of joy,
like collecting
the shells
and hearing
waves simmer
in their place
of birth.
I wish
we could have
stayed
as children
as they didn't
destroy.
Just played
with toys
and dolls.
Amused.....
The emptiness,
of the swallowing
at bottom
of the depths,
they chose
to throw
themselves
in this well
Hoping to
be reborn
to heavens
flesh
gets
eaten
eventually.
But the souls
will carry on.
Street-lights
momentarily
go out.
Fireworks
not on display.
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