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kaylene- mary Jan 2015
Your arteries are like correlations
Possessing fragments of my brightest moments
Protruding right against your skin
And an abundance of my darkest thoughts
Crawling viciously through your lungs
Infecting your every breath
Just to fill the empty spaces
Between the blood that pulses through your veins
And the twisted bones that keep you straight

The craters in your wrists
Hold masquerades of celebratory pain
Where crisp and lifeless voices
Hum out screams of your trauma
Like meaningless smalltalk
As if you were a resemblance of the weather
Just another galactic disaster
While their idle hands of Devils play
Scrape knives along your spine
And feast formally from your flesh
kaylene- mary Jan 2015
You are a beautiful misconception.
You are misguided passion.
You are art in its purest form.
"Your body is but a piece of art; for you to tear to pieces."
kaylene- mary Jan 2015
The fact of the matter is,
My dear,
You stole the remaining piece of me
That could still stand tall,
And kicked it in the knees.
kaylene- mary Jan 2015
Where the sunset stains the ocean,
And the mountains meet the sky.
That's where I wish to be,
While he sits beside me.

Hidden deep within the woods,
Formidable and hushed.
The smell of our blazing fire
Spreading ominously throughout,
While we make love against the flames.
That's where I wish to be,
While he sits beside me.

Between our barricade of covers,
And his sharp, shy eyes.
Lustful skin on lustful skin,
And still urging closer.
That's where I wish to be,
While he sits beside me.
kaylene- mary Jan 2015
If I could, I would gather the fragments of your void. I would posses the demons crawling across your skin. I would extract the fowl voices from your head. I would engulf all your pain. I would bury your suffering in my chest,

But I am too weak to be your cure.
kaylene- mary Jan 2015
She is as beautiful as the sin you never had enough nerve to commit.
kaylene- mary Jan 2015
Some of you may know me,
              Some of you may not.

You may have seen me across the street,
Sensual
And
Sleet.
Maybe you caught me in your mothers bedside draw,
Or in the pockets of a local *****.
We might already be acquainted,
                           We might be best friends,
I might be your
Means
To
An
End.

            Give me a taste,
            Be mine forever.
            But don't try play it clever,
            Don't be a predictable fool.

Maybe you think you're stronger.
If that be the case,
                            Then come a little closer,
           Get a clearer view.
      Those to make it out alive are few.

Let the paranoia manifest in your cells,

Let the shivers be like earthquakes in
your bones.

Let your agony pour out in moans.

Come on dear,
Let me
             Take away your pain.
Let me
             Be the blood in that vein.

                  Can't you tell?
                    I'm here to stay.
                      Come along,
                        Let us play.

But let it be known,
I am no one trick pony,
And this is no childs game.
This will end in shame.

Do you see the visions?
The never ending car collisions.
Do you feel the sweats?

Can't you see?
They're
All
Gifts
From
Me.
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