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Axiomighty Jan 2013
Sometimes, I curl up into my own arms
But what I don't know is that's where I'll find the most harm
The ghosts tell me I am their favourite charm
But when I speak back and they lock my mouth, it sets off an alarm
It rings in my head, but so low I cannot hear the sound
Of my subconscious clawing and screaming at the door
It takes months to realize whats so long been in town
Theres been a creature creeping closer to my core
For now is when I realize this frown
Is nothing more than the reality of this haunting tour
My heart is being crushed by the bones of my doubts and stretched by its own pounding
My physical identity is trying to point to something sharp on the floor
But there's a mirror on the ceiling
and I just look up at the illusion of feeling found
Head in the clouds
Walking aimlessly
With no sign of moving around what could be my last feeling
For it could slice my toe off setting off alarms like a ping ball machine in my head and I grin shamelessly
The layers of skin punctured and the layers of my heart peeled
Cupid does not shoot arrows at me
She launches missiles
Dismemberming my limbs, spreading a mess of arms, legs, fingers and toes, maybe thats why they call it a mistletoe
Axiomighty Jan 2013
Earthlings
We send out waves into the deepest reaches of space, and deeper
We send mechanical eyes to the edges of the solar system
We are not looking for answers, we never were
Like a lonely sail boat sinking at sea, launching a flare so bright in the cusp of the darkest hours
Or when a dictator looses all their power from the burden of rebellion
Torn of all the comforts of formalities
They cower in the dampest corner, in that unbearable discomfort, when your thighs have went numb and you need to, you proceed to move but you just can't
So you toss fragments of rock in to the hall outside your prison cell, hoping for an answer
Because everyone is against you
For you are a person, and are thus the dictator of every mistake you have made
And this haunts you while you hide in the shade
Humanity does not seek truth or conclusions,
we seek help

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