Pearls on the ground
And neon green signs
My veins on a swampy night
The boiling moon
And shards of fate
The bridges I had to burn
On my way to this fantasy
Of incoherent ideas
And tainted tires
I simply make bones
That I left
No way out.

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The mirth of a dodged regret
And the murder of dreams redundant
Why do your circles fit in squares
And your agony diffuse with songs
When my circles only burn holes
Toxic enough to agonise
The songs I sing
To wash out the colour from
The path I chose to mundane
With black and white.

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The charcoal of the walls
Have given way to strong paints
But I wouldn't know.
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Black sulphur from a burn down
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Blessed calm of non-existence.

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January did come
With hope
Hidden in disaster and desperation
A desperation
To unhinge my head
From the whims of others.

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We trade in our souls
For a paralysis
That makes death
Look delicate.

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The colour of the clouds
Now resembling
The bruises I spat
On my skin the night before

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While my wobbly legs
Stride on tumbled down catacombs.
I trade in my fatigue
For more of the thorns
That grow in my head
I try to grow
In this passive blue
The ocean of my skin
Bleached pale
Unapologetic of the vulnerabilities
That I choose to set aflame
My scratches are panicked
And my heart too quick
Drip drip
Slowly
The last of the love I hid.

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I learnt to sew myself
Back into a piece
And carry my stitches
And their weight

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