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bluevelvet Jun 2017
He put his hands on me
And for a hesitating moment
We waited for the gold

He'd rather have something more forming to hold
And I'd rather not be reminded of the cold

So for a moment
Let's pretend you're not dead
And I'll silence the dread
Of not getting up
Because it's not his head

And the walls
They want to yell it all
To say go back to hell
And now my soul is still to sell

But the metal on his overall
Buttons
Is colder than the metal
Under my forearms
And it still isn't enough
Because nothing is ever enough

But Bob the Builder
Can do anything with the snap
Of a bony finger
bluevelvet Jun 2017
I'm not one for Syfy

And if you're wondering why

It's because ghosts with cellphones

Are foreign to the wondering eye
bluevelvet Jun 2017
My fingers are numb
**** on my chewed raw thumb
Let it take over my tongue
Breath it into your hollow lungs

Rub it into my eyes
Scream out from blurred lines
And it's a repeat of times
Just to cover up lifeless lies

No longer search for a name
It's a bittersweet taste of fame
And there's demons to be tamed
But too busy dreaming of sane

Every new wall yells of old desire
I used to be made of fire
Every new soul reeks of liar
I used to be a fire
Legendary
bluevelvet Jun 2017
My mouth betrays
my less ugly heart
And my feet stray
Don't know where to take part

And you're high up
So high that you
Forget the one's you left behind
That were never enough

And I'm also high
Just passing some time
Enjoying another favorite ride
A quick supplement
To a heaven paradise

It was pinks and blues
And now it's just a use
Another form of abuse
To take comfort in
The pain I mindlessly
Decided to choose
But I don't touch those sleeping pills
They mess with my head
Fight white sharks in my bed
bluevelvet Jun 2017
I carry the burden
of always caring
for the ones that wouldn't dare
for the ones that have passed
for the ones not yet
brought to life

My heart has the capacity
to sustain time and decay
And regardless of what people say
my heart is bigger than
my body in every way

I am a survivalist
I make it through every list
and every room has
different views

Packed to the maximum
I still find the knowledge
to out last the best of 'em

I am an old soul
that has survived
even the harshest of cold
in a body that is
made of solid gold

Certain bumps in the night
things stop collecting
over periodic time
No longer feeling of fright

And my guide is built
for endless fights
Boom
      
                    Boom

      Boom

Just how true have you been
With every word your head spins?
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