| I can hear it
this dull droning of the city
the fading heartbeat
the death rattle
passing the red brick and grey stone
there in shadowed alleys and vacant lots of decay
I can feel it
this cancerous rejection of pity
the aching bittersweet
the forgotten nostalgia
amassing in the frail bones and frown lines
wherein sallow skin and wrinkled lips blow forgotten kisses
away |
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| Paint it away I asked her. Fill the shadows with pastels,neons and the screaming
yellows of dandelions on green. All we do is fight anyway. Maybe cuase your
almost twenty and im five from forty Im not sure. I do know that love is not blood
and pain or violent lust. So bite my lip tonight. I'll pull your hair as you lean
in to taste the crimson of my brutal wounded kiss.I am scar tissue.You dont want to
heal. I dont want you but you wont stop coming around. You will bitch and moan
and try to get me to throw you to the ground. Thats love to you. Not surrender
but to be overpowered. Thats not me .You have your cocaine to abuse you and your
tar to kill it all away. Your art is blur and dark tones. I need crisp distinctions.
Bitter words. Paint them away. We just fight.
I will never love you
Goodbye |
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| Drain this jaded green feeling
this slow descent into melancholy
this urgent expectance
and dark unknowing
Replace it with the blue skies of yesterday
the smell of hope at sunrise
for the weight of evening
holds my head down where the sky is only reflected
in the muddy water at my feet |
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| This the last day on earth
among black butterflies
and heartaches in the dirt
pack my bags
while bottle rockets fly
never dreaming no more
asking why
a lifetime to study living
all the while learning
to die.
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| I cant breath
Still the day moves on
I cant see
still the cars pass on the freeway
I cant hope
still i hope for some thing to
hope for
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