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SamanthaX Aug 2019
2.6.

Dead is
The Silver Century

So continue
the fight
The endless
wars
Rack up
Stack up
Under the
influence
of invisible
social scores

Into the
depths of
debt
I went

Tried to
buy back
my soul

Forsaken
It had been
taken
from me
By the hand
that
feeds me
The hand
that
diseased me
The hand
that
materialized
It forced
greed
onto me

In Grey
backgrounds
Lay bone white
symbols
What’s left of
the sacred
words will tell
the visions of
the dead

Living miracle
to miracle
I’m praying
for a miracle
The days
are getting
nearer
And
I can’t help
but wish that
the apocalypse
would hit

There have
been 27 times
I forgot
my name
So I take you
to my bed
so I can hear
it again

As the Babylonian
rivers
run into the
red
Translations
of sins
I need
to forget

So be careful
now
I have been
permitted  
to say what
needs
to be said

Tell me

What is the taste
between
Heaven and Hell?

Is there a better
flavour?

Take my hand
let me guide
you
Feel the silence on my lips
Savour beauty on my hips
The architecture
of my back
My eyes have become
a fatal trap
My body is your
poetic map
SamanthaX Aug 2019
2.5.

Make me a hostage
I begged everyday
It gives me a
excuse
to take my
breath away

Cutting wrists
just to cultivate
a cleaner
culture

It was a
lemon haze
A Yellow Summer

And for 66
days
I was a good
woman
I was well
behaved

I remember back
in the days
of
Champagne clouds
in
Blue Illusion Summers

The comfort
of smoky clubs
with
beat up floors
Tearing it
up
Then singing
to the sky
I was taking down
the night

Stolen Polaroids
snapped back
memories of
black and
white
Photos
of blood stained
Hotel Bibles
filled with blank
pages
I wrote my
lonely stories
My pen was
dipped in
God ******
ink

These were
my tears
for the Devil

Becoming
the silence
Violence
Thunder crashing
Hit me up with
lightning
You would never
believe how cold
I could be
Laying there
Naked
beside
him
SamanthaX Aug 2019
2.4.

******
is what I’m writing

Let me hear your
sweet little lies

I love how you
tell your tale
of dark fairytales
Stories of illustrated
deviants

Monsters are
inspired
by everyday
hero’s

Close my eyes
Hold my breath
Lay my head
on your bare
chest

All your secrets
I keep between
my thighs
Waiting for
Black Ravens
to make their
escape
across enemy
lines

There is a
paradise
lost
in the heart
of all of us

Now I am blind
So blind
I’m so blind
Trying to find
Real words to
speak

Do you remember
how your heart
would bleed
on top of me?

Beat
Beat
Beating and
bleeding

Never satisfied
You will always be
seeking

I’m going on
pay per view
dates
with
desperation
and despair
Placing ******
bets
Lap dances
on
Musical chairs

I’m taking
Deaths dare
Truth is
I was never
******* scared

Everyday
I hack away
at my own
Achilles heel

Im done wasting
my life
being
brain washed
to worship
false
fear
SamanthaX Jun 2019
2.3.

Who persuades
a sorrow
such as love?

The ghost of
what was
lives in the lost
Odyssey
of what would
never be

It’s the wait at
the end
of the season
to see what
secrets
it will reveal

Echoing in
the roots of
your bones
the sadness of
your soul will
fall with the
tragedies  of
autumn leafs

Revealing a
silver sliver
cold
winter moon
Your girl lays
her head to
rest
listening carefully to
the words of
Nirvana

How did you
find me playing
in your darkest
shadows?

You planted
wild flowers
where I weeped
Tears for you
turned to seed
blossoming
into a life
so beautiful

After all that was
endured
a child was born
with the mind
of a God
Who understood
every hardship
every heartache
A gift from grace

Now blessed
with sweet
sleep
Remembering
nothing of the
pain

For life is only
but a
dream
SamanthaX Jun 2019
2.2.

Do you remember?
How my lips use to
sing
sweet songs on
your skin

The greatest
symphony
was the midnight
melody
of your voice
holding me
to sleep

Right then
I knew you
loved me
because
your breath had
become my own
SamanthaX Jun 2019
2.1.

There ain’t a
chance
My Baby can
dance
But he’s always
looking handsome
in his black t-shirts
of 90s grunge
bands

This is a
Dead mans
land
Taking hits
I can see the
lipstick on the
back of your
hand

Snow White
flesh
My hearts
frost bitten
Noir Princess
It’s been a few
total solar
eclipse since
I’ve been
a rich mans
Mistress

Maybe God is
lonely Baby
Maybe God is
tired Baby
God is lining up
the shots
knocking on
my window
He wants me
to be his lucky
little lady

He likes a
bad *****
who can admit
she’s a little bit
egotistic

My Mother keeps
askin
“Samantha
  have the voices
  come back again”

Well ya Mom but
this time it’s moving
in a different
direction

Were singing in
harmony
Dancing in
ashes
Holding each others
with cold grip
hands

Pale sunrises
And misfortunate
lost souls are
digging for gold
Beware of the
mauvais martyrs
who sacrifice
wilted marigolds
SamanthaX Jun 2019
1.32.

I have accepted
the insanity
of having this
beautiful mind

I am Pandora
I let myself
out of the box
To answer
every question
of the paradox

Follow me
I'll show you
how to
level up

I can see
the old world
memories
Written first
page in every
book

Death is only
the
beginning

My name?
Is a name
still a name
if the translation
is lost?

Call me the prophecy
foreseen
in a fiddlers
dream

As I stand
under the burning
dead tree

Layer by
layer
I'm digging
my own grave
Trying to find
the love
I lost

To lay
by his side
Naked skeletons
watch how our
bodies entwine

On our
gravestone
written in
gold
So even in
then it is
known our flesh
is more valuable
then yours

Love is never lost

With my death
Shoot me up with
lithium
Wrap me in silk
Engrave my name in
your skin

Deep down in
the bleeding
ground

That is where
My Man
is found
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