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You are beautiful.
Your words equate to glass bottles
collapsing on the dance floor.
Those black and white beats
against my coloured-in face
never once made contact
and my focus heaved its way to you.
The room was packed full of noise and dysfunctional shadow,
and only me and you welcomed the vacant air in,
I savoured pure Sambuca lips,
iced over and leaving me with a ghostly perception.
You coiled between my hands,
my waiting eyes were on look out
for your vanishing act.
It was bound to come soon because
you love the clunk of my body
as it clashes on the ground,
don’t you?
Light thrashed against faceless bodies
as they moved close against this song,
hands and arms reached deep inside the verse
and pulled the life back out.
Music is made from love, you see,
trapped in dead sound
and fastened tight in words.
Yes, music is made from love,
each note slams hard
against your heart
when love topples over, when love goes away.
I didn’t notice this until I met you
and you dared to ask me
why I sit in silence.
Your words equate to glass bottles
collapsing on the dance floor.
Those black and white beats
against my coloured-in face
never once made contact
and my focus heaved its way to you.
The room was packed full of noise and dysfunctional shadow,
and only me and you welcomed the vacant air in,
I savoured pure Sambuca lips,
iced over and leaving me with a ghostly perception.
You coiled between my hands,
my waiting eyes were on look out
for your vanishing act.
It was bound to come soon because
you love the clunk of my body
as it clashes on the ground,
don’t you?
Light thrashed against faceless bodies
as they moved close against this song,
hands and arms reached deep inside the verse
and pulled the life back out.
Music is made from love, you see,
trapped in dead sound
and fastened tight in words.
Yes, music is made from love,
each note slams hard
against your heart
when love topples over, when love goes away.
I didn’t notice this until I met you
and you dared to ask me
why I sit in silence.
Literature
One For The Cutter
One For The Cutter
This one's for
The one who dreams all day
Wishing that someone
Will just take them away
This one's for
The one who found their life long mate
But soon discovered
That being alone was their only fate
This one's for
The one whose heart beats black
Just because
They didn't like them back
This one's for
The one who wears long sleeves
To cover up the marks
Praying that no one sees
This one's for
The one who never cries
While thinking all day
How perfect it would be to die
This one's for
The one who lost their friends
Who said they be there always
And help them till the end
This one's for
The one wh
Literature
How I hate her......
How I hate her
more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell.
more
than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell
you want me to feel well
And then you tell tell
"don't worry about her trace on my cock
and her blood on my heart
we are no more, and broken appart"
How I hate her
more than dolls prettier than mine.
more
than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine"
you tell me it's over
done and bye
but I still see her in your eye eye
it's such a lie lie
How I Hate Her
More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad.
more
than the worst past memory I've ever had
you tell me she is dead
eaten and decomposed, less than dus
Literature
Just To Let You Know...
Seeing is believing,
Feelings are deceiving.
Your dress is enchanting,
Our Press chanting,
To slip between the very fingers I caught you in,
In to the hands of another
brother
Lets take this back. {Why}
Red of your lips, {Change}
Move of you hips, {Your}
Any clearer my Dear? {Mind?}
You should have left then,
You left the Lights on,
and I CAN'T SEE.
What were you Running away from?
{When I can Catch you.}
I can show you Obsession,
You,
can show me.
can't you.
Would you like that?
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you paint captivating pictures
in our minds with, blood, guts, spit and tears
in our minds with, blood, guts, spit and tears