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Your words become blades to my skin And your eyes become the general  To the tears that rebel against  My lashes that beg for mercy. The look on your face constricts  Around my wrists mocking The stained blood on my skin Matching your words that web Around a grenade waiting To erupt with my permission. But my strings lead up  To your fingertips and  My body is limp from Your unintentional control.  so just walk me to the plank But wait,  Your step beside mine Is a worthless beat  So just use your fingertip To point me in the direction  Of the waiting water  Just foaming with bubbles  To pile up inside my lungs, One by one Till the capacity is full Like the grave of our hearts Filled with dirt Buried by the fuming smoke Of your words  With unlimited gunpowder. Your smile and your laugh Do not direct themselves at me But play hide and seek With my satisfaction, So I'll sit at the edge of mountain Drawn to the dangling light  illuminated by your presence.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
A Fool on Strings
Your words become blades to my skin And your eyes become the general  To the tears that rebel against  My lashes that beg for mercy. The look on your face constricts  Around my wrists mocking The stained blood on my skin Matching your words that web Around a grenade waiting To erupt with my permission. But my strings lead up  To your fingertips and  My body is limp from Your unintentional control.  so just walk me to the plank But wait,  Your step beside mine Is a worthless beat  So just use your fingertip To point me in the direction  Of the waiting water  Just foaming with bubbles  To pile up inside my lungs, One by one Till the capacity is full Like the grave of our hearts Filled with dirt Buried by the fuming smoke Of your words  With unlimited gunpowder. Your smile and your laugh Do not direct themselves at me But play hide and seek With my satisfaction, So I'll sit at the edge of mountain Drawn to the dangling light  illuminated by your presence.
SamCreek
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
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