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Mistakes turned around as if deliberate, mystified by the design that was given to the shield my eyes created, why see when the blind feel more than we ever will, forgiveness of a sin it taken, you ask for the skin, you take the flesh, within the eye, let the scum run, before you we all are, before you we see, before you, there were those that mistook the foundations of a forever, into something forsaken.

Mucus filled moments, etched in the plasma of blood stolen from your sack of gold, a still beating heart, not beating at all, I surgically removed the cause of the pain, mirror image pictures, crayon lines taken up my nose, a doorway, a window, a sweet sympathy underneath my soul.

Harmonica whispers in the darkness, a magical enemy, a story told as old as time, we look at pictures of how we once’s smiled, a handheld, a look, your eyes before they cried, the never after that comes after the forever, we betrayed our younger selves, we broke the promises they made, time heals, time breaks, time takes, and never gives.

No matter what they say, not all pain heals over time, some of it never leaves your mind, some of it’s never over, the pain begins to define, it begins to take a shape of its own, birthing someone new at the end, someone you don’t recognise, not all pain is healed over time, not all pain is yours to find, because in the end, nothing heals, like the end of time, nothing heals, like the ending you decide to find

Hidden in plain sight, you left me broken and defused, my anger wasted on the wall when it should’ve been your face, longing looks past moments, a whiteboard eraser on my mind, a whimsical whisper painted in pain, a text message too late, a broken window, a hurt inside that can’t be described, nothing shows the age of time, when the rust sets in, a forgotten memory, a wish lost, a dream to find.

What ya gonna see when the blood runs cold and your flesh begins to rot, heavenly intentions with a cold margarita yet there’s no alcohol in that, mouths feeling a little bit funny, shit stop tasting like honey, same old mess is not filling my tummy and now I don’t have a lot of money, freak show, hell no, gotta go,  it’s all fucked up from here,  why do ya think they put you six feet under,  cause your flesh is falling off,  it’s a crude device that got wrapped around your balls,  and no one thought about it twice,  come over here and I’ll show you some fucking,  designer shoes with a little bit of something,  shoes string,  pants belt,  whatever I can use to hang myself has been taken away from me…

Masturbate my intent, forbidding losses of unimaginable pain, I suffer to reside what could be, yet rescinded what was, a light born of nothing more than need, turned a desire into hate, substance for those who belong, stifled breaths, yearnings bathed in the acids of another’s sweetness, their stink permeates through, wisdom gained, journey lost, my growth forgotten, my winter lost…

Within the soil beneath your feet lies the sins of modern man, a bathing of ritualistic needs and wants, belligerent, befalling the cross of another’s beliefs, do not judge, when you are incapable of judgment, for the stone in your hand, is a sign of your deception, shielding your lies with my pain, prophesies are taken, lives are never forgiven, see me fly as you realise, I am in heaven, and your heaven, is my hell…

Engage me, don’t segregate me, witness the failure, through the eyes of the destroyer, a gentle calm, a sadness lost in the acted feelings, frustration a figment of overzealous imagination, a machination of purposeful moments, stacked upon the last, with some last lost past, hidden, given, moments…

I looked for hope in the eyes of the endless, only to find lies that were relentless, a sin within the deceit, your deception worthless, a fraction of what was and could be, a dead bird at your feet, open the wings, let the maggots in, as a nagging, strikes deep, like a knife in the face, a clot in my hand, open the door, and test the was no more…

Power to the spoken word, let it burn through your lips as it earns its wings, you want the width, but can’t handle the girth, Your plight might be worthless, your eyes may be blind, Jupiter rising in the north, an arm of justice, a husk of hate, cunning lies, too late for goodbyes…

Pretty perfect pictures, a dream of lies not told, a mechanical boy, with a heart of a dead soul, oil pumps clean, playing the role of a real toy, like the dildo in your drawer, waiting to sink into you once more, playing with your twisted mind, while you sit upon the throne of jealousy, built for one…

Look up in the sky, it’s today’s new high, a bead of sweat, a glistening rod, so thrust it’s in you, let it cum, your minds going to rage, as you escape the cage, violence personified, let it take you in, let it make you sin, as you feel your clit expand, come see, let’s feed the wishes, and sin for just for me…

Fractured fascination, let me in, decaying flesh that still wants to live, blood poisoned by the venom of selfishness, regret a word not understood, pretending, practicing, share the life of a lie, unstable in its birth, a car crash in reverse, death before dying, won’t you play my victim, and let me take you in, to my perfect sin…

Catatonic whispers said on the bed of death, how the pretty kids lie on their feet, symptoms of a withering hand, upheld not without, a fornicated system, a mirror showing the true face of your insanity,  a mirror that’s more like a window, an opening, a hole, somewhere to venture,  a perfect place…

The dancing rabbits listen, as the tree of fate lies unforgiven, a disgusting is made, a message sent through a plague, disease and famine, death replaces birth, segmented sections, an ending, a succumbing, ritualistic happenstance, fleeting stares, grizzled words, a handful of hair, blood, dirt, and all things sweet, a favoured journey, a world deceased…

Motionless within the motion, meaningless sex, below the wanting of the need, a wall built to climb, a ride never to be ridden, feelings rotten, a scar from ear to ear, as the lie of an incomplete picture is told through blind eyes, cum on the face of your shame, wipe it across, and spread your sin….

Suffrage on the way down, beast in abundance, and you don’t have that crown, you sat upon your head, a kingdom self-built, a kingdom wasted on the dead, in the wave of decay, you were a putrid mess, falling before your own eyes, a wish in a lie, a dream beneath closed eyes, suffer on your way down, for where you’re going, you won’t have your self-created crown…

Aggressive, passive, like an explosion waiting to ruin itself, like a lie segmented into a shell of misconceptions anew, repeat a choice, build the serpents tail, fracture its spine, meditate my need, festering disease, feed, rescind and receive, as the self-apocalypse has no apology, as I, do not complete me…

Highness of the hill state, its depths deceived by its purpose, but what purpose is yours, when there are no words left to say, powerful, permanent, words quelled and cued, pacified for the children who don’t know what the blade represents, for the mixture of the drink is not up to standards, and the drugs in their haze, are coming out your throat in an oxycontin nightmare, designed by yourself…