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I'm not happy. Though warm like the pavement Of a highway On a freezing, summer night. You can't tell because the blotter runs on strong. I would die by your hands Day by day. Like a modern-day Prometheus Sequence, substance, ether eager eyeballs Stalling, stalling, stalling. Call me forward. Come hither, darling. You are so magic Your face makes me break Your eyes fill my heart with lye It burns so much to see you my chest and eyes and mind My skull is an inferno uncontrollable Inconsolable. Darling, you will know The meaning of undertow And you have had me know The true meaning of being low Dead dreams, dead memories Your eyes inside me You haunting my dreams Every night, another reason To wake up to burning, red eye-sockets Red rockets Sky high Firework death Beautifully turning away from me. I wish you cared and missed the fair because I didn't want to see you there. I twist and turn and lose my hair all because you can not care. Stare, stare, stare, stare. Haunting, haunting, taunting, haunting Please leave me alone. Please be there for me every day. As a best friend. But quit appearing in my dreams. Witch.
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 8:35 AM UTC
The Witch
I'm not happy. Though warm like the pavement Of a highway On a freezing, summer night. You can't tell because the blotter runs on strong. I would die by your hands Day by day. Like a modern-day Prometheus Sequence, substance, ether eager eyeballs Stalling, stalling, stalling. Call me forward. Come hither, darling. You are so magic Your face makes me break Your eyes fill my heart with lye It burns so much to see you my chest and eyes and mind My skull is an inferno uncontrollable Inconsolable. Darling, you will know The meaning of undertow And you have had me know The true meaning of being low Dead dreams, dead memories Your eyes inside me You haunting my dreams Every night, another reason To wake up to burning, red eye-sockets Red rockets Sky high Firework death Beautifully turning away from me. I wish you cared and missed the fair because I didn't want to see you there. I twist and turn and lose my hair all because you can not care. Stare, stare, stare, stare. Haunting, haunting, taunting, haunting Please leave me alone. Please be there for me every day. As a best friend. But quit appearing in my dreams. Witch.
ryan-bowdish
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 8:35 AM UTC
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