i'm tired of pretending that my mind is at peace
that i possess magic and i
spill glitter when i sneeze
i just want to set fire to everything i adore
i can't take these sleepless nights anymore

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if i don't seem alright
don't scorn at the sight
of my distorted reflection
it's a natural selection
soul handpicked by
six demons who cry
lord, why?
i wasn't celibate, neither could i fly
i rummaged around
heaven's lush ground
stark naked
won't fake it
fire opal eyes
lord's perfect disguise
didn't fit me
this hit me
i'm homesick
where's hell?
can you tell
is it warm in there
love in devil's glare
i'm cold, behold
one angel escaped
from her lord's claws
ready to be taken
by the overlord of flaws

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fifty yards away
from the last mile
a cave echoes
of clanking chains
and feeble groans
at last
we ended up where we wanted to

in the 'missing persons' records

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hey baby, i ran out of groceries. done shopping for the dinner tonight, where are you?

"coming to pick you up, at walmart?"

actually, no. take the third left from there and head straight, must be on the far end of the street. i'm waiting.

"h....honey!"

yes.

"its a goddamn mortuary!"

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you give him scars to cry
i give him hickeys to hide
we are so not the same, sis

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you told me i'm dumb
and as a dumb person
who takes constructive criticism
in the affirmative
i apologised
but you don't tell me what to do
i don't want to be called dumb
let me drive you back to my place

have you visited my basement before?
i find cures for my insecurities
locked up in here
like tonight
pardon me, but
we're having your intellectual brain
for supper

bon appetit

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you pinned me
against the walls
i built around myself

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let a portion of me stay
on the tip of your tongue

now everything you taste
bears my poison

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when we were done
you stood by the window ledge
overlooking the smoke that
surrounded the town beneath us
and i stayed
on the bed
draped in your skin
with my heart beating ferociously
between my legs
and after you left, my demise
all i could see was
impressions of the creases on your palm
embossed around my neck

your hands were my perfect noose

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do you know?
the kisses you hurled at me
the last time we met
left me bruised
and as time passes
they get deeper, richer
forming patterns, creating words
now,

i'm a walking, breathing contronym.

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