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Close your eyes, lock the doors, close your mind, a prison bolt slam it shut. Monsters are knocking, haste harassment, starved, armies full, of them. Flood, flushing, drowning me out, a rat in a gutter ignoring its snare. Snarling, wishing to feast, my blood they so crave, vampires blood suckers of dusk. Passing the dis-ease, my executions pass, the dis-ease of this very age. Blood is dripping, empty carcass stripped bare, feed from all there is of me. On the inside, still locked away my soul was taken, nightly theft you have all of me, ****** harm. My soul sits, waiting, as you pass by my street, my family clones, embraced at home. Drink me up, make it quick, **** me dry, dear Carmen please don't cry. It's all an alibi, one that sings, as a lullaby, a secret way out. Passages behind closed, library doors, caging me, in this locked out house. Bourbon and ***** forced, oozing through, pores seeping. Alcohol weeps, tears, skin cuts, red weapons, a tyranny of pain. Veins bleed, from single malt, monsters watching me, cough it all up. Throwing a loop, I allow them to jump, through open shoots. Private nights, protect me from what I seek, so desperately, a leak in the system. A breach in oath, suicide presides, my life starts to be, brushed aside. You made me this way, and I ask why continue to stay, you continue to make me pay. My lover, my friend, my life, it's nothing more, than endless strife. *For you,               for you                            for you.*                                             I'd do almost anything. © Sia Jane
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
Carmen (doesn't have a problem)
Close your eyes, lock the doors, close your mind, a prison bolt slam it shut. Monsters are knocking, haste harassment, starved, armies full, of them. Flood, flushing, drowning me out, a rat in a gutter ignoring its snare. Snarling, wishing to feast, my blood they so crave, vampires blood suckers of dusk. Passing the dis-ease, my executions pass, the dis-ease of this very age. Blood is dripping, empty carcass stripped bare, feed from all there is of me. On the inside, still locked away my soul was taken, nightly theft you have all of me, ****** harm. My soul sits, waiting, as you pass by my street, my family clones, embraced at home. Drink me up, make it quick, **** me dry, dear Carmen please don't cry. It's all an alibi, one that sings, as a lullaby, a secret way out. Passages behind closed, library doors, caging me, in this locked out house. Bourbon and ***** forced, oozing through, pores seeping. Alcohol weeps, tears, skin cuts, red weapons, a tyranny of pain. Veins bleed, from single malt, monsters watching me, cough it all up. Throwing a loop, I allow them to jump, through open shoots. Private nights, protect me from what I seek, so desperately, a leak in the system. A breach in oath, suicide presides, my life starts to be, brushed aside. You made me this way, and I ask why continue to stay, you continue to make me pay. My lover, my friend, my life, it's nothing more, than endless strife. *For you,               for you                            for you.*                                             I'd do almost anything. © Sia Jane
Lets say I had a bad night last night and this is what came out of it. "Wanderlust" by Sia Jane Lloyd available via all Amazon stores http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wanderlust-she-travels-her-mind/dp/1492952346/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid;=1392582925&sr;=8-1&keywords;=sia+jane+lloyd Also visit: www.facebook.com/Siajanewords siajanewords.blogspot.co.uk
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
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