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Trying to catch some sleep, but I just can't seem to grasp,
all the blessings I have gained, considering the past.
It's more than just this girl, and the energy she brings,
because my heart is in the heavens, and for once it finally sings.
Yes this moment is so 'perfect', and that word gets tossed around,
but for once I finally live it, it is the greatest sound.
I never believed in life, in regards to all what's good,
so if you've never tried it, I suggest you rather should.
Because this feeling is finally real, and I'll practice all it takes,
to keep my soul up in the heavens, for happiness' sake.
Though it won't take much, to test my fragile spirit,
but my Higher Power listens, I know he really hears it.
Yes, my life is but a miracle, and I'm not afraid to tell,
Cause there was a point in time, when I was living hell.
But those memories of sorrow, have become a precious gift,
they're more than just incentives, they're a loving, guiding lift.
Floating in my head as I drift into slumber.
Awakening to reach and feel. Feel that warmth.
Not coldness and tightness in my chest.
Breath the life back into me. Breath it. Breath it please.

Fear gets us all.
Grabs us tightly and is forceful and ridgid to relase.
But we can be free if we just relieve.
Relieve and retrieve our own life into ourselfs.
Just breath it breath it please.

Lonilness attacks hard
and we can't believe that anything can be strong and steady. Instead we take a step back and plead.
We're hurt and yet we hurt another in our attempt to heal.
But its not healing instead were stealing.
Draining others. Satisfying thirst. Inquenchable.
Take another sip its a sweet hurt.

So just sip it sip it until the last drop is disipating against your tounge.
Sour as vinegar in your mouth.
But your soul is tame and satisfied.
Then the wind whisps and air is knocked back into your tight chest.
And the clean oxygen is as beautiful as the warming sensations pulsing though your blood stream
But your energy is drained.
A pained soul drinks up.
Your heated blush face turns pallor and your extremities run cold as ice.
The vice drinks you up.
Keep on sippin until you disipate.
on the verge of something new
on the brink of something incredible
if only it were edible-
i'd serve it all to you.
i wanna unfold you
peek into the deepest parts
slipping my fingertips
into the secret spots
of your soul

i wanna unfold you
touch your body with my nose
tracing lines delicately
leaving the right path
that you want

please
let me unfold you
wrap myself into the heart of you
creating the softest fireworks
that can only be felt
by explosions
of your pulse and mine

please
oh please

let me unfold you
You'll never know the burn of a blade,
as I know it.
Cold and hard against my skin,
yet so soft and yeilding as it slices into my flesh.
My good friend,
where have you been for so long?
I miss your steely kisses on the inside of my arms.
Your pain infused words that
dance
      across
               my
                    hips.

Oh sweet love, I have missed you.
Sit next to my bed side on your throne of honor;
bathe in my blood; sip it from a goblet like wine
until we both lose consciousness from the pain...
So much better now that it is out of my heart,
and onto my skin.
Hello again, old friend.
Hello.
People seem to come and go
not much it takes for me to know
that what you seemed to do for me
is worth much more than one can see.

You took the time to ease my pain
and lift these dark embedded stains
how scared I was to come and tell
of my sick life and living hell.

Full of shame and pure regret,
this something I won't soon forget.
Just like the sand that falls in line,
I was losing breath and losing time.

You took an extra step at this,
it's something that I just can't miss.
Alas, I had a chance to feed,
you helped me out a man in need.
Slip your arms around me
Rest my head upon your chest
Hold me tightly as
I listen to your heart.

Hold my hands in yours
Bump noses as we lean in
For a kiss to light my
Heart and clear my head.

You
       And
               Only
                         You                                              
                                 Can
                                          Silence
                                                         The                                                
                                                                  Buzzing
                                                                                   That
                                                                                            Never                                                                       .            
                                                                                                        Stops.
I dream of days when warfare fades
and men put down their blades.
And the ghost of war that came before
lay silent in their graves.
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