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Icy white lines,
Scarcely sweetened by sweeping
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Apathy squared
by armoured hearts,
by isisspirit
18 lines, 9 comments,
on Mar 2 10:57 PM
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Undeniable, white induced psychosis- in your eyes.
Powder up when blindness to the world can be a blessing,
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Come for a superficial visit
Through the viscous amber liquid
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Cringing at every close-mouthed moment,
Secrets burn in defensive absence
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And looking for what isn’t there invites the crimes conspired,
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You are kidding yourself if you think that we're safe,
While they gain on us slowly escaping our notice,
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When the padding is gone you are just like the other kids,
The hit has worn off and he’s losing his interest,
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What worst of all conclusions may ensue,
While open eyes can meet with friendship still.
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I must confess, I shall address,
Another museful murderess
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The Phantom thrives on disbelief, dishonesty and drool,
If something’s not worth writing, he will break you like a fool.
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The tenth hit, the frost.
The twelfth hit, the frozen silence.
by isisspirit
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 2 11:08 PM 2007
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Astringent fingers baiting to
Contaminate.
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Keeping green arrhythmia from taking stronger hold,
Stopping steely steps from creaming dreams I must confess.
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While sliding sickly sugar blades
Straight through the walls of scarcely vital organs.
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I just can’t see it through the alloy
That seems welded to your fingertips.
by isisspirit
31 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 29 4:38 AM 2007
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Way f*&@#d up
Neurotic
And a little
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You should but still you shouldn’t
Though I never lied to you, you are alone.
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Screaming for blood, like an
Addict.
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I don’t do it as a punishment,
I do it for the hit.
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The tears subsided,
The milk still spills.
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She shot you up through her raspberry needle,
It matched your lipgloss you know,
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No luck for the lady, / I guess this proves religious folk, / perhaps still are hiding inside their own arses, / Sick of the relative fear
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I searched for many hours for a thankful muse to write, / But what words can describe the only one who shows me right. / / Most marriage vows for now, in many years will have been lied, / But in sickness and in healt
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For everyday we spend apart, / One more tear graces / My flushed forgotten lips, / For everyday we spend apart, / I’d tear my heart in half to have you back. / The words just aren’t enough to be denied / Your
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Curse the old time, straight-line values, They can’t change the way I feel, ‘Cause I’m in love with a gothic angel
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‘Cus I’m sick of being labeled, Contradicted and abused.
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but I swear I’ll keep on writing till the bedsores plague my arse, till I literate this farce,
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Despite what everybody thinks,
Love pains a loyal arse,
All that glitters isn’t gold,
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Deceptive eyes framed in a death trap.
Inevitable lies, influenced by scars that pretend to be invisible
in other people’s eyes,
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These instruments of torture Keep on influencing lies,
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Pounding a contritous drum, A beat still recognised by some,
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Hiding from the conflict, it’s driving me insane,
Dreams that hold me close throughout the night.
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I'm sorry,
I swear, I didn't think that things would go this way,
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Do you ever wonder, what is around the next corner?
if it will be the end of you, do you ever wonder why?....
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