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  • I Question My Sedation – Twisted Prose

    wash my floorboards, cleanse the sea, imply an illusion, frolicking free, a moments grace is given, misogynistic fertility, awoken in the early hours, awoken by me, my self sedated, my misery, happenstance, confined to a confidence that slips from depths not known, a subtle whiff of corrosion, corrupting focuses not met, petri dishes overflowing, man’s…

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  • We Are Insufficient – Twisted Prose

    sacrificial not sacrifice, the constant shifting, the blade of a knife, seven sides of a story, sixteen eyes see, a wayward smile, tenure done, tension focused, away we drift upon seas of red, sycophant dreaming, migration from one day to another, we mix the mistakes in with the lies, drawn together, better apart, castrate and…

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  • Blind Segue – Twisted Prose

    a single malt with a twist of lime, deceiving ventures told with knowing lies, a wisdom broken beneath the skin, an unhappiness seen from the outside looking in, broken beyond the pointed sky, sultry looks with payment in mind, we are given to fly, words woven to facilitate an understand, misrepresentation in all aspects of…

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  • Wicked Tone – Twisted Prose

    a writing not written, a wanting not seen, facsimile smiles, we harbour our fears, and fester our lies, the devil our saviour, a simple restitution, eyes on the prise, cum covered pillows, crust covered thighs, there is a symphony of percussions, music only I can hear, the foreboding, the forbidden, the end is where I…

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  • What Was Done Lied None – Twisted Prose

    sand lined boxes, salt laced drinks, we are the experiments of a dying disease, the human race, not run, not won, a breed pushing towards our own extinction, bleeding eyes, decaying lies, we are, but we are not, poignant reasons to why, but no fight, no life, denied…

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  • We Are Not By Association – Twisted Prose

    a wayward glance towards an ending you gave me, decided upon by a power trip, wholesome worthless whining, poisoned waters, lies, deceit, we gave all, yet you wanted something else, directions unspoken, lines drawn yet not shown, we are the dead walking, without knowledge or fact, a wisdom shared, but not with those that needed…

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  • Whisked Away On A Lie – Twisted Prose

    harboured views of a distorted vision, given life by a demented villain, i waged war to the den of thieves, victory continued out of reach, i taught to wield the devils sword, vinegar and blood, semen and spit, a solution, revolting, we cup, but we cannot, i saw you suck the flesh of man, it…

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  • I Sized The See – Twisted Prose

    pretend that were dead, for the colour changes there, mystical moments painted in red, sequins glistening in the light, a mirror image, the witches delight, misogynistic infidelity, forward motion, backwards steps, a friction of insanity, tidal waves, moments upon moments, free my seclusion, as you make your way down to me…

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  • Play My Tone – Twisted Prose

    memories of lesser things have given flight to that which has deceived me, my cup lies empty whilst the decay burns through my flesh, searing and stubbornly destroying my everything like an unending wave of impossibleness, yet here you come to yearn away my ending all the while forgetting how I began, blood and the…

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  • Without Within – Twisted Prose

    plastic cries, a wet dreams surprise, my obsession, within depression, knows no end or size, whimsical in nature, defiled inside my squared circle, heartfelt wishing, strangers kissing, divine deviation of the path, wrought with danger, flippant blame constrainer, your theories turn to  lies, while decay burns away your eyes, suffocate the hand that feeds, demented…

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  • Substance Of My Abuse – Twisted Prose

    clumsily disconnected, forcibly removed, a future within a decaying box, ashes in the mouth of life, let that pretty smile wash away the tears of a plastic tree, do it again, see it fall, don’t fake it, a goodbye that’ll last, walking away in an ache, friends made into a belief, crimson in design, violent…

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  • Insecure Insanity – Twisted Prose

    impurities lessen me, the spark of wonder I cannot see, the decay of all things, crest fallen warriors on the road to victory, from a war they’ve already lost, mirrors reflecting back at me, shame not worn by me, I never faltered, I never fell, symbolistic souvenirs, my wisdom unimportant, I grant the flower water,…

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  • Green Plastic Flowers – Twisted Prose

    rose covered fields, hands open over the coffin shut, we dance to grieve the passing of ourselves, a kaleidoscope of unknown feelings cascading upon the last, breathing underwater as the world falls in upon itself, a gage to read insanity, a tell to show all, colours changing like a wave riding the tide, eyes blind…

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  • Painted Windows – Twisted Prose

    twisted demise, sutures over wounds healed, we question when the answers are obvious, love the bad news, regret the new, my fist was full of hate, it found comfort in your face, we balance the many lies, trash talk to disguise, buried heads in sand, a card game without faces, the head of the table…

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  • Yoghurt Covered Lies – Twisted Prose

    leather trails along my hide, forsaken grimaces, illuminating wisdom, you cough and I relent, give back not take away, I was lonely when you came, I was lonelier when you stayed, a pocket protector without a pocket, somewhere different, something stale, yoga infused cum shots, masturbation is not denied, but pleasure cannot be made…

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  • Woven Pathetic Mess – Twisted Prose

    sickly sweet with a woven hoof, I lay down beneath the candle wreath, pleasantries aside you give to me, wayward glances lost in substance and abuse, caffeinated nightmares, tailored suits, platonic, electronic, manipulation complete, we wanted, we waited, destiny in a handbag, life incomplete…

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  • Worms – Twisted Prose

    Worms – Twisted Prose

    I silently stood within this suit I call me and cradled the child I was as he disappeared inside, no warning or ignorance, no standing ovation or cheer, the adult that I am forgets or refuses to connect the dots of who I was to who I am, layered hate, flimsily forgetfulness, bathed in the…

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  • I Saw The Moon Bathed In Blood  – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

    the withered husks of a lesson taught showed me synchronicity was the motionless key, we waded through the sunless snow to find the demonic nest that has taken so many a kin, clandestine destiny shrouded in not the blood of our enemies but that of our children, we felt so righteous even when we knew…

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  • There Is A Separation  – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

    Sequences out of sync, after before I think, a window with no glass, places somewhere nowhere last, wisdom not given or earned, powerful moments, sunsets lost in the darkness of the blind, a feeling of warmth without touch, perplexing questions asked without design, hooded figures standing in a row, my sins forgiven, my hate purpose…

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  • Weathered Eyes Look Last  – Castration Within The Rabbit Hole

    Fear of that fateful curse, a wrinkle in the fabric of self, there is no escaping destiny, for it has been decided before life began, a sordid story of fate repeating, cascading shadows of what was, but not will be, I am a one armed bandit not paying out, signal my fornication, an ending, a…

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