The
streetlights flicker like candles and I catch a glimpse of your smile. It's
just not the usual kind, the kind I loved growing up to. It's dark and I don't
want to know why, I don't want to know what pleases you now. It's getting
harder and harder for me to think of you as the sister I've bled so much for. I
don't want to think about what's going on in that head of yours, but the thing
is I know you too well, always did. Know the signs, the shift in your voice,
the movement of your eyes. And right now
I almost wish that you were a stranger. A stranger so it wouldn't hurt when I
did it. It wouldn't hurt me so fucking much when I put that knife in your chest
and watch you bleed, with all the disgust I
have for monsters who live. Yeah streetlights are better that white
lights. I don't have to see too much.
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Sunday, 14 December 2014
Streetlights
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Saturday, 27 September 2014
Blood Bath
'Dead'
says the floor
frozen in
painted tiles
as a lost
shower of blood dies
and it's
only her drowning
doesn't
move
doesn't
breathe
only
stares at me pleadingly
to save
her
my love
a red
daisy among fallen flowers,
With
melting eyes I fall
wondering
who'd do such a hateful deed
and I
look down to see
the knife
in my hand.
Rave
The CDs
sc-r-atc-h
and the
beat d
r
o
p
s
All
reason stops.
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Stained Sparks
The woods are wet
with the piss of revolution
everyone lost in their
anger lead mazes,
only see the dark in this
raging fire.
Shall I leave this world
for another
or
stay put my friend?
I run and trip.
'Help' they yell
and I see a spark
in the drenched woods;
soon they burn
in bloodied innocence.
But,
there is a man I see
the man with the spark
whose life's stained
with a million others
and I know
you know
it's me.
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Unclarity
Clap up a song
by the fireside
I'll sing along
till we win this tide
No no no don't leave me
under the embers
I get lost in their eyes
thousands of undead souls in mine
when I open my eyes
I no longer see the road
and there's no one I can hold
onto for my failing gravity.
me and my unclarity
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