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See the hollow ruins lying on my face They are constructs of guilt, masks of disavowed grace Listen to my heart and the tones of its moans It shifts back and forth like the saddest metronome She looked like the product of a naughty night’s vice Hung out in the crooked parts of town and bedded men not too nice My hands raised her from squalor and carried her home Whereas I was made of flesh bindings, she was chrome Over love, the decadence took precedence Her lavish comforts enclosed by a white picket fence As my walls broke down, hers added cement I gave her mansions of love and she gifted me a poorly pitched tent My breath was choked, my mind confused Twilights strung together and morosely fused On a particular night, she marched towards, I, a speck Dug her claws into my back and whispered poison towards my neck “How does it feel kissing paranoia’s twitchy lips?” “To look out from such a height and spit on all the tiny blips?” She banished me from riches and abode Stole my smile and had my chariot towed Like Lucifer, my angelic wings had been clipped On my soul’s sanctity, a golden Goddess sipped
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
Jezebel
See the hollow ruins lying on my face They are constructs of guilt, masks of disavowed grace Listen to my heart and the tones of its moans It shifts back and forth like the saddest metronome She looked like the product of a naughty night’s vice Hung out in the crooked parts of town and bedded men not too nice My hands raised her from squalor and carried her home Whereas I was made of flesh bindings, she was chrome Over love, the decadence took precedence Her lavish comforts enclosed by a white picket fence As my walls broke down, hers added cement I gave her mansions of love and she gifted me a poorly pitched tent My breath was choked, my mind confused Twilights strung together and morosely fused On a particular night, she marched towards, I, a speck Dug her claws into my back and whispered poison towards my neck “How does it feel kissing paranoia’s twitchy lips?” “To look out from such a height and spit on all the tiny blips?” She banished me from riches and abode Stole my smile and had my chariot towed Like Lucifer, my angelic wings had been clipped On my soul’s sanctity, a golden Goddess sipped
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
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