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...think, drink... sick and dying, lying... laying in a pool of (depression) sweat; sticky salty and thick shutters click, motors whir floodlights blind, burn, and i... ignore unlike everyone else lips numb, kissing blind and dumb bodies hum bribed into love eyes echoing the stars, twinkling blinking rebeling nothing just to prove nothing. romance: romantacized. tried and lied about truth drips in thick salivary strands. as tears trace lines through sweat-stained cheeks hope. and no one cares. not as much as they would like you to. believe. faith. faith captures idiocy. captivates many. as m

...because i shot the flowers down for thee... a bright black gun does lay under the sun and brings a smile upon my darkened face. the yellow flowers laugh and hide undone but yet still bring my high into their place. they spiral down and up again once more. they move inside the moon and hide from me. the gun i had has been broken in four because i shot the flowers down for thee. but though i tried to kiss you now they say the stars will never show again tonite and still can be unseen by me all day. the happiness of one to shine so bright. have you never seen me under the moon? upon my death i am and none too soon.

..a dreaming's lethality... captured in the essence of a lonely dusk... warm in colour but cold and lonely in actuality... her eyes bright, her smile warm... i'm losing myself in that smile. my thoughts drifting... the road winding its way, grey, and just as cold but only because of its sensuality... her lilting lifting voice ensnaring... and finding myself quite ensnared. falsely warm evening storm clouds also adrift, awash with calm cool collected air... mostly lonely and cold in reality... her criminal beauty terminally harming... and doubting myself emerging unharmed. the cold golds and greys quite bright but still min

...of starry forgotten... there she is again, here with me. and we talk. or she talks. but i listen, i listen to her daylight plans, early evening dreams late night memories. mistakes and regretted decisions. 'you never talk' she says. but i do, i speak without words, of daylit plans, dusked dreams midnight recollections. 'tell me you love' with a pause... 'me' when will she admit her feelings? daytime drama, primetime promises late night recaps. music muffling, dust choking man-made imitation light at times burning hair tangling, body hungering unthinking unplanned unquenchable sunlit wants, sunset realizations starry for

...machine screw... the clouds seem black like dead machines, it's been like this for years, i hear the screams of dying trees, they cry and use my tears. the water once was clear and blue, now dead and slug slime-like, the glint of glass still shines through, though the stars are never bright. faceless men in black pressed suits could care for nothing more than to lie to you and hide the truth like the clouds did the sun before. the smash of glass and screech of tin cuts through my mind and dies, the death of these vicious machines, my wish, my hope, my life.

...to dream of sleep... i can only dream of sleep as i surrender my soul to thee, the swollen tongue of promise bleeds as star crossed lovers try to feed off me... the painted hearts drip down unseen through questioned spirits that never be. i dont think the goddess needs, destruct my mind and find out what you'll see... life and death have come through me though i cant be the things i seem, cant you help me beat this greed? fuck me just the way you did, i plead... my tears fall prey to gravity falling down my face in streams. i am the things that death can't be but cant find the hope you promised you would bring...

...to hum along... the memory of your taste... songs spinning my head... and a ring uncomfortable for my fingers... sore fingers... tired, dizzy eyes and a loss of perceptive resources... all just thought... random or otherwise... coloured or black and white... or lost in details, details, details... with no connection... without any recollection and a senseless wanderlust of the mind while humming a tune away to myself... and dreaming of being... in a ring too tight in the details... a collection of boundaries and places not to wonder about i tried to sit down and figure it out.. but the dreams won't let me down and a thou