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Pyre Nov 2018
carnal desires
on the thinnest wire
ready to let loose
waiting on a noose
we cant stop
we never will
we are the wicked
the only ones that know
in the dark warehouse on blow
that life is rotting away
That its all in dismay
wishing to run away
not wanting to
but needing to
the shackles on our hearts
weigh down our choices in art
unwilling to admit what we see
for fear that no one else will see
the truth that be, the darkness
it's a myth to others like the loch ness
I'm still confused about who I want to become. but I know I want you
and that's all that matters to me
so **** this regular life
with this pointless strife
I want to stand on top of our building
I want to kidnap the world for a birthday gift
so I take more drugs and pull apart the rift
change my reality.
please change my reality
it's the only thing I need from you
and in exchange.
I will give you all that I am.
and everything that they are.
Late thoughts on gritty paper
Pyre Nov 2018
I just can't do this anymore.
Im afraid to message you
check in on how you've been
why do I feel an intangible line
drawn between us at times
when the thickening clouds
begin to rain down proud
my heart beats with every drop
as if trying to communicate
with the nature of it's own disaster
drowning but I still try to mask her
the emotion that still haunts me
holding me back from the wind
I just need the waves of the wind
to wash away the clouds of my sins
so that I can fly from my kin
Clouds love poetscorner

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