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Antonio Dec 2015
Help me, can somebody please.
These thoughts that linger in my brain,
They never seem to go away.
Like clouds of smoke in clean, blue air.
They pollute all that is there.
Be it joy, or even pain.
Create a haze, a thick black paste.
That coats my heart, like a plague.
Antonio Dec 2015
I took a familiar drive today.
I hoped to see your face.
I treated you like gold.
While you were tarnished and frayed.
Gave you all i had, you took it all away.
You robbed me of joy, took away trust.
Now a lingering fear sits inside my gut.
Always there it never leaves.

I wonder why, so late at night.
Someone would do such a thing.
As cold as ice, dark like hell.
You grabbed my heart and cut it out.
Replaced my joy with fear.
I fear this one, this perfect piece, will lose interest
Antonio Dec 2015
Make my body, a host for your pain.
sell myself to keep me sane.
Take your burdens, come weigh me down.
If your happy, I'll gladly drown.

Look up through the surface, my eyes meet your face.
You are sporting a smile, a frown once replaced.

Content in this lake is where I shall lay.
as long as you smile, I'll happily stay.
Shouting from behind a glass wall, I want to save you.
  Dec 2015 Antonio
SøułSurvivør
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hair as flame
an avid dream
skin as white
and
rich
as
cream

dress slit
up the side
for show
eyes
as
green
as
peridot

lacquered nails
a ****** red
she grows
on you
until
you're
dead

once she wraps
you in her vine
once your
heart
is so
entwined

she'll make you shake
she'll make you twitch
she'll make you burn
she'll make you itch

once she has
you as her own
she'll wind
her
tendrils
'round
your
bones

no calamine
will assuage
she will
wind
her
vine
'round
your ribcage

no amount of love
will sate
in the
end
you'll
suffocate

but before that
she'll send a strain
of poison ivy
to your
brain

it will torture
burn like lye
you suffer
hell
and
then
you'll

die


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/15/2014
This and "black mamba"
as well as some
other poems
we're going to be
made into
posters

I decided to concentrate
on my music instead

If you wish to read other
poems in this series
See #wicked-women
Antonio Dec 2015
It amazes me your gentle hands could create such pain.
My heart of scars, shaped in your name.
A shallow act.
As low as dirt.
Has bent and twisted, had it's way. 
Changed me, made me stronger today. For a scar is not a mark, sported by the weak. But a guideline of who to be.
A story. Who will it be? Who am I? Who do you see?
Antonio Dec 2015
Sold my soul to an old folks home.
Comforting, surrender to the norm.
Uneventful life, void of purpose.
Melting ***, a varnished surface.
Synthetic reason to go on.
Walk a line until its gone.
Follow your dreams, live for something. Fight for something
Antonio Dec 2015
Constantly thinking, a worrisome dreamer.
Lost in my thoughts, wish they were clearer.
Not hazy, nor grey
but vibrant and true.
Wish that my thoughts resembled you.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing"
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