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Headlights carve a path
Into the late night
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Sit down right there
This could take awhile
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I celebrate myself; I celebrate Him who brought me here. Of the love that bore me to world. You who bore me are the sky that holds the sun of my Lord.
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You’ve pushed me to project
Now I play out all the faults and defects
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My muse
Is a melancholy epitaph
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Dirt;
Where life begins and it stops…that’s all that lay in the stretch before me. The grass covered dirt, the rock covered dirt, the dirt path that rolled on before me like the center aisle of a weathered church. And I b
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Echoing
The hoot of an owl resounds
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Reports fresh from the murder scene
As the news flashes up on the screen
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The end
Starts a new beginning
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Of trivial matters
Leaving nasty splatters
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Her hand seized my heart
As it skipped
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Infatuation
One lie plus another
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Somewhere
Recessed in my mind
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I guess it's too late I suppose
I believe it's how this all goes
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Somewhere on the edge of summer
A heavy fog creeps in, stage right.
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Darkness in finality
I see only
by andywontdie
75 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 24 2:09 PM. In Angst, Abuse, Contest, Dark, Life, Other, Pain, Personal, Thoughts
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Maggots feeding
Fear breeding
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As we look
Over the wasted plains
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Onward the scalpel continues to move
Into my skin, it inserts it's groove
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I sit on my bed
Quivering in the dark
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A snip here
An incision there
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A twist of maniacal intellect
The crime scene, a massacre parade
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Mingled thoughts; abrasions
Through tufts of puffing smoke
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In my groggy stupor
I could almost laugh
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Welcome to your first day at school
Before we start, here is the golden rule
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Searing black powder
Crescendo of metal clamber
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I knew in an instant that he was easy
As he sat down and ordered a stiff one
by andywontdie
23 lines, 4 comments,
on May 21 10:38 AM
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Yes, that’s right
It’s black and white
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Billowing cigarette smoke
On the morning after
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