May 14, 2008 00:38
seeing through
to somthing dark
going there
to leave my mark
find the place
for my imprint
thought you showed me
but you didnt
so now im traped
inside your heart
cant even see
its too damn dark
cant think to leave
my sign in here
i never knew
id die in fear
of you
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(And whatever seems to have happened to your ability to type too.)
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Matchstick Slowdance
Start a fire
light a fuse
open flame
for an arson muse
flavor of dreams
my tongue will burn
the ash in our lungs
we'll inhale in turns
mouth to mouth
blistered ambition
we'll make a pact
to break my vision
cut to the chase
and I won't refuse
the error of my ways
shake my organs loose
categorize your work
with bleach inside your brain
a picture of the world
in a neo facist frame
anoint my conspiracy
with the oil from your throat
your almighty telepathy
for those that you provoke.
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