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The last tear falls down her face
Swirling on her cheek
As if its happy to be free
But then it drops down
On to her hand
Salt water mixing with blood
... And regret
Because now
She gave up
Its not like the other times though
No no
Because now
*She has the cuts to prove it
 Dec 2013 galio
Maria Mata
My Drug
 Dec 2013 galio
Maria Mata
I hunger for the blade against my skin
Like a necrophiliac lusts for
Cold decaying flesh

I need the blade to feel the rush
Like an addict needs
A shot of ****** racing through their veins

I want to see the blood
Like a murderer stares in amazement
At his latest masterpiece, all gore and guts
 Dec 2013 galio
David Martin
You once said the moon would sleep
reflections of a mood so deep
altered states we loved to keep
in boxes painted blue
Was it only us who knew,
How the corn fields danced
to songs sung by the wind and grass
and how your naked body
held the highlights
of all the best reasons to be alive
All the more reason for us to drive
to where the edge of the earth
swallowed shadows
You once said the moon would sleep
and wake up as the sun
just to dry the sweat from off our skin
And ruin all the fun

David Martin
 Dec 2013 galio
Sam
A Night Alone
 Dec 2013 galio
Sam
I'm in a pursuit of sadness,
Living a normal life, but wishing I had pain.
I crave that feeling yet again,
And cry for the times I once had
With you, my friend.
Now as I sit here alone in my room,
I feel the creeping monster inside me.
I scream.
Yet in this cat chase for the past,
I would rather be comforted by insanity,
Than defeated by death.
 Dec 2013 galio
Taylor
riffs
 Dec 2013 galio
Taylor
I don't mean to say all of these wordy riffs
All I'm trying to say is that
I want the tufts of your hair
in my brittle open hand
I want my fingers in every nook,
Every room in your mind
I want something to latch onto
When our bodies are rendering smoke
 Dec 2013 galio
Anni Moore
playing cat and mouse
you flex your retractable claws
and ponder the worth
of the catch of a day
if, regardless, your bowl is full
while I
await for my fate
await for the gavel to fall

and the flocking birds of thought
sitting on the timeline
watch
the crows pecking flesh of what yesterday
still was a viable dream
but today has become a roadkill
under the steamroll of indecisiveness

browning grass on damp fields
knows not of next spring
and the dead leaves on the ground
do not remember the lust of summertime
fool, fool is the one that cares
and fooler yet the one
who refuses to let go

life will not pause to wait
and snow
will cover it all before long
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