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Sacrelicious Jul 2012
4 a.m
watering the flowers.
Cry or cringe.
I'm crying my way out of this.
When used properly
Pretty boy tears work
like liquid magic.

Free flowing
pity rivers
flowing.
Cheek to cheek,

Then the well ran dry.
&
No more ***** were given.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Life's like
a
twelve step program
of **** eating.

Then you get to wash
it all down
with punch
&  then you,
die.

Love is just a pigment
of a colour
we can never get in our hair.
No matter how many times we try
dying it.

You should have just gotten the abortion.
Wudda made this a whole lot easier.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Trading in my
used, old day dreams.
At the
dream crusher's junk yard.

I think.
I am just ready to start over.

& So the crawling caterpillar
crawled back into his cocoon.

To sit-sulk-suffer.

Until he grew, big enough to break the walls
risen before him.
And exit his self-perfecting prison.
One wing at a time.

Stab my back,
watch me bleed
lightening and scream "revenge".

I see myself as something.....
Greater than myself.
By the power invested in me,
I declare myself, god.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Now pull the trigger,
*****.
Or I'll drink punch & die.

I want to see,
the guy with
the
:) eyes
again.

Down under the Devil's balcony.
We'll be on fire.
Together.
Here's to dancing,
in my guilty inferno.

For an Angel,
you're pretty. Hot.

If I didn't live in such
a
small town.
I'd be a really big ****.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
In these times,
I am.
Unsure of what
I see.

& If
my eyes,
have not betrayed
my heart.

I will, only know you..

As a
monster,
Medusa.

Is your snake hungry?
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
Trapped again,
once more I've been
tucked in so tight.

I've caught myself
slowly suffocating in between
your silky ***-sheets.

Baby, just
pressure me into
putting out.
One more time.

Sing,
me another
one
of your,
lovely lullaby lies.

Put me to sleep
&
turn off my night light.
Or,
whatever, you do.

But when you're finished,
take whatever's left
of me.
And cast it
down into the darkness.

My body wants
to get back
with my soul.
Sacrelicious Jul 2012
We sing the songs
we write
in our own choirs.

Faces of gods.
Bodies of goddesses.
&
Voices of angels.

We're all missing property
of Heaven.

Until we die.
&
Rise above this.
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