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Johnny Davis Oct 2016
The beauty of consciousness is that it can't be defined or duplicated.
Johnny Davis Oct 2016
stitches on your face
heartbreaks
moaning from the cage
shivering in a trance

I’ve learnt wrong from right
I’ve fallen deep for your lies
Never a misery can be as treasured as your life
Adore that broken toy, a pretty kitty that loves to destroy
Johnny Davis Oct 2016
ily
We are only a few words away
But you won't say

You are so beautiful
I keep on making mistakes

You are living in the mirror
I can’t seem to chase

Chase your face
Chase your shade

It’s ok

Eventually, everything fades

Your smiles, veiled
My tear, caked

What’s ridiculous?

Nothing ends
We are still riding on this carousel over and over
We call it **fate
I live rationally so I can appreciate the enchantment of the captivating tragedy, fulfil my obsession for the broken beauty.
Johnny Davis Oct 2016
I want to get on my knee
I want to make you mine

I feel more secure when you are tied

Put a ring on your finger?
Baby, I won’t be satisfied

I want you so badly
I’m obsessed, and you are hypnotized

Never a day I don’t wonder how we’ve got drowned in this love and crime

Guess that’s what people say
I’m your longing
You fulfill my appetite

I can only see love
Through your throbbing veins on your sternal line

I can only hear love
Through the screaming and crying

When you are chocked by the chain
When you are hopeless and frightened

I know I’ve loved you right

No one else matters
Nothing else shines
Your existence means more than my life

But baby
I’d only get on my knee
when you die
Johnny Davis Oct 2016
I saw you; I swear I saw you.
You and your divine attitude .

I could tell you were living in a beautiful life.
You loved your wife, as a man, working hard and trying to provide.

As I was watching you running miles, I couldn’t stop imagining how I could make you shy.

Firstly, I would invite you to a room where you wouldn't see the sunlight.

Then, you would be tied.

“Oh, I see red, Are you shy?”
I smiled and said: “Sorry, my darling, I have to apologise.”

It was only your blood that covered my eyes

The tango was still going, and I started to wonder why
Why you ended up crying, shouting and dying

Was it your holy innocence?

Thinking hurts, worse than the cuts on your flesh.

Let’s just both wave and say goodbye.

“Bye, dear stranger.”
You were sleeping like an angel
“fine, I would help you.”

“Bye world, bye.”
Johnny Davis Oct 2016
Milly has a candy house
What an invisible little house
Milly told me it was not a solitude
It was a gift from the childhood
Milly painted it red and blue
With her little scalpel
See, All the puppets were doomed
Milly danced to her favourite tango
and suddenly all the puppets sang to the moon
“It’s late, Milly you should go to bed.”
Milly heard that
“Milly please don’t be sad”
Puppets turned to candies and said
“See you again”
Milly’s candy house and her little friends
What if I told you, red meant blood and blue meant mood.
Puppets were the poor humans and the house was made of bodies.

Was it still a cute poem?

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