Melting flesh, upon darkened skies.
Shed the past and embrace the new.
The seamen of a new life.
Bruises turn to calluses
You won't hurt me anymore.
Bitter rivalry.
Twisted sister.
Take your pills to make you happy.
I'm not the one to bleed for you
Choke on your chocolate condoms.
This is the last time you hurt us both
Your bitter path is at an end.
Ammonia clears the stench of hate
My eyes are looking at the new
Already better than you.
Sit on your problems
until they throw you off your seat
The upholstery is worn
a new day is born
and I will rise from the dead again.
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Wow
Sometimes from the depths of despair comes some of the best works of creativity. Deeply haunting, very dark and painfully emotional. Yet again you amaze me with your imagery. You bring the reader into your pain but not without leaving us that spark of hope. Here's to your resurrection, my good friend.
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