Glad I got that cleared up finally.
And thank you for listening.


ImplicitImplicitImplicit
My fist clenched to crumple a hand In the form of a letter written with sand That falls gracelessly through fingers But your presence insists to linger
"It's not your place", it said, "I can't give you a chance", I read, But my clenching muscles with-hold, With those words, "you had me sold"
A misshapen figure presents And my fist meets it in force, It is the nothing I resent some Simpleton thought mixed with silk so coarse
A beach of words Poured through worlds between My fingers while they dawdle Incessantly i


EmpathicEmpathicEmpathic
Sweet empathy solution dripping into my eyes to create a mystical beauty to satisfy illusion,
myst lies blanketing beautician and beast provoking a justification or a soft kiss at least,
Cymbals crash into symbols unsaid are whispered as words like a succulent amber brew,
A brew to indulge your heartfelt tears and drain into your majestic fears,
Flickering fire sears fears and stars from a hindered sense of uncompelled compassion that rests atop a faith in heart


It's The DarkIt's The Dark (It's The Hope)It's The Dark
It's the dark, The process of rationality is broken to say the least.
It's the dark, In the midst of a warm summer night I can feel harmony seeping through the branches of surrounding trees
On a night like tonight I wish I could capture the sound but all I can hear is the repeating of a high pitched pain.
Can you breathe in a musty sense of compassion to satiate the filling feeling of fleeting love notes digesting in amber deposits?
Can you still grasp a stut


Zion's GraspZion's GraspZion's Grasp
God's arms are the highway and the lines laced with heroin Speeding to Zion on a crazed coke binge Blasting through the gates of my mind Destroying arches of the addict's Midian
Zion's hands wrapped around my throat Choking the sensuality from my being Zion's heartstrings sing songs of digression And his angels mock my death and gloat.
Jutting forth from the skin My blood soaks into your eyes Reeling from religion's heroin Killing what harmony was left within
A soliloquy of horrific compassion decides the fate of me &nb
I envy that. That's my perfectionist side.
I liked that pestered thing. That's probably how you feel right now, so I'll stop trying
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Cut me - show me - enter - I am
willing and able and never any danger to myself.
Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain...
or was my tolerance a phase?
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Wrap me in your trauma and i may just give you mine
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Hope for the best, expect the worst
"Life is like High School with money", Frank Zappa
Beautiful things don't always come in beautiful packages.
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And he's everything I could ever dream about
& so much more
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Before I cross my heart and hope to die at all
Take off my mask and leave the lies to the liars
~The Used
But yeah.
x
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"If a man hasn't found something that he would die for, then he isn't fit to live." - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Murderdoll here.
xx
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"If a man hasn't found something that he would die for, then he isn't fit to live." - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
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