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mads Mar 2013
Your beauty


Devoured


My world.

Spontaneity
Wound it's way through your teeth,
Strangling my tongue,

Hold me, breathe me in.

Take one more bite
From my already haunted world.

Bring me horror,
Bring me beauty,
Give me all of you,
Right now.
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mads Mar 2013
I burnt your face into the sheets


The world has spun again

I am done, with your empty everything.

Took the world from my grip.
I drowned again in your scent.
I burnt your face into the sheet.

But I'll love you forever
mads Feb 2013
Empty, flatline numbness, marry me! Marry me!
Oh, jester in white inhale yourself; nothing but a fool.
Do you know your fate?
Majestic brutality, do you know your fate?
Heart beats so rhythmic, it's a brand new taste.
A white noise craze, walk along the pretty phase.
Tongue tied fantasies, drop dead harmonies and the worlds upside down.
Posiden met Godzilla, it's nothing you said it was.
Kitty cat, baseball bat ate your face, jester start again.
Ghoul, ghoul, ghoul dressed in white, take my veins, weave a gown.
We will dance, tonight, dance so pretty in the light.
Tell me, ever painted beauty in blood?
Oh, wicked numbness, Marry me! Marry me!
Save a tree, eat a ******.
mads Feb 2013
I am done,
You have seen me
Unravel,
Wilt
And shrivel.
No longer a flower
But forever bound to your garden.

I apologise  for peeling your eyes back
And letting them burn as they watch me suffer.
I never meant to be your trigger,
I never meant to pull the trigger
On your fragil stability.

I wish, I wish
You didn't have to watch me die.

I'm done. I'm done.
***
mads Feb 2013
There is no heaven


    Only love



And your love

Is rotting.

Sorry,
Dear,

I ate your heart.
mads Feb 2013
Maybe I'm not sick this time,
And this tomb has filled itself.
Maybe I'm not sick
And I'm just drained.
I'd like to dance,
But I've never found my feet
I sway, you kiss the street.
I have found lullabies
That have never been sung,
I have found lullabies
Glistening black in your eyes.
Bent winged butterflies
Strangle me today,
Throwing daggers in my heart,
I can't walk.

I'd really like to dance,
But I never had feet.
mads Feb 2013
There isn't another breath
that you'll take
when you learn of the disease
you've made.
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