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You consume and consecrate like a locust In the heat of a summer night; A mirage of your face casts before me in the Hellfire of a southern prairie. The scorched ends of my eyelids struggle To see through the sunlight; I can no longer see you. You've packed up and left behind a dust bowl. A large section of my heart is left empty And hollow; It's a place you've decimated to the very end Until I am left with nothing more. I'm used up. My heart has been reduced to ashes Where your wild fire caught me. I am withered like the edges of thirsty leaves And blackened; My soul is cauterized with the flame Of remorse and grief. I'm an oil derrick shifting restlessly Up and down hoping to salvage What is left our love in a drying well; A lonely machine working around the clock. I'm just a faded polaroid blanketed by dust... Emaciated and hopeless. I wish you could feel how heartbroken You've made me! Hangman's noose snaps under the weight of Whisky and bygone memories. You've consumed me like a locust.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Summer Fever
You consume and consecrate like a locust In the heat of a summer night; A mirage of your face casts before me in the Hellfire of a southern prairie. The scorched ends of my eyelids struggle To see through the sunlight; I can no longer see you. You've packed up and left behind a dust bowl. A large section of my heart is left empty And hollow; It's a place you've decimated to the very end Until I am left with nothing more. I'm used up. My heart has been reduced to ashes Where your wild fire caught me. I am withered like the edges of thirsty leaves And blackened; My soul is cauterized with the flame Of remorse and grief. I'm an oil derrick shifting restlessly Up and down hoping to salvage What is left our love in a drying well; A lonely machine working around the clock. I'm just a faded polaroid blanketed by dust... Emaciated and hopeless. I wish you could feel how heartbroken You've made me! Hangman's noose snaps under the weight of Whisky and bygone memories. You've consumed me like a locust.
I still love you
EphemeralRain
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
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