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my mist expires in your atmosphere
linen sheets adhere
around my throat, no fear
smell pheromones in the air
it's crystal clear, my dear
i am amiss without you near

self-controlled
white-knuckle hold
now conquered
cold and longing to spy a songbird
if only for a single moment
and nothing longer
i am somber but mighty fond of her
strong enough to say it still
and stronger now to do
smart enough to ponder it here
but dumb enough to squander it too
red hearts are lies
beating blood flows blue
it is true, did you hear?
i'm amiss without you near

i thought we were musketeers
turns out you're the puppeteer
pulling my strings, was as I feared
another way to ingratiate and endear
while I'm tied here waiting to hear a footstep
to take the next step
another level for this intimate project
but from this aspect with all due disrespect
you subject me to intense neglect
you're a ****** architect speaking scintillating dialects
only I can connect but I am a bad girl... so I guess I deserve it

my favorite show now that you mention
is when you are standing at attention
you brighten your eyes and your voice changes inflection
my indiscretion becomes your intention
but I digress, and bite through, throughout this blissful rendezvous
as we float like a feather into the bedroom together
past dawn until noon
it must be true
i am amiss without you
Ever go into withdrawals from a person?
hide and seek with Satan
he searches in the dark
a path he's never taken
because I don't give a f*

tag the Feral
now their frozen
a tactic simple
counting clovers

play checkers with this devil
he awaits his blackened king
rise up to defeat another evil
triple jump that made him sing

tag the Feral
now their frozen
a tactic simple
counting clovers
A conversation between a couple of friends how anything can be sung in a metal song and sound bad *** no matter how un-badass it truly is.
My suggestion was playing childhood games with the devil.
lonesome has become negated
metallic bars silver grated
maturity enhanced me
a temper now sedated

more decades slip by, yet
will to survive, never forget
as the sunrise shines a light
on my mistakes I still collect

frail and fragile while on my own
once feared, now fear is all I know
feels like on foreign streets I roam
how I miss my iron home...

friends a luxury once had
purely past tense in fact
now standing atop a stool
to carve a relic of the past

time travelled 50 years
knowledge was frozen
forced into a timely fate
that alone I had chosen

got myself a whole new view
institutionalized...
right before my eyes
regretting release... who knew?

King to Brooks 73
Checkmate
"These walls are funny. First you hate them, then you get used to them. Enough time passes; you get so you depend on them." - Ellis "Red" Redding

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