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"You walked into my life, expecting everything." She sighs. She breathes. She's here. Now, she's here. I don't know for how much longer, if she'll ever say goodbye when she leaves, if she ever does. But she's here. Now. She's real. Now, she's real. I don't know if she'll move on, and I don't know why I don't know, but I don't. But she's real. And I'm not. "Whenever I start to feel..." "Feel close. Whenever I start to feel close with someone, someone I can relate to, someone I care about..." Maybe one day she'll pack up all of her things, her hair ties and her faded jeans, worn out memories and knick knacks of times she doesn't remembe

"What's the prognosis?"                                                         "Is it psychosis?" "Mental hypnosis, corroding necrosis?"                                       &

Oh, nicotine, Release my dopamine For you are the morphine Of my lungs.

alchemist, bring your potion to a boil give unto me a portion to ponder and plunder sipping liquid agony alchemist, transmute your goods to gold cold gold, stone gold to pay off my debts auctioning solid regret alchemist, extract the plague of undeath from my mind, create an epiphany of temporary ecstasy and name it memory for you, alchemist i have created something new split your lips, accept this baptism red water rapids of crimson tide you have unleashed upon me

I was fifteen years old when I was murdered. Photographs of me linger, geriatric, detached from their frames. God, thank God, for accepting me into your realm which is not as sweet as I previously expected. Without saying a word, I remember so, your stiletto eyes trampling me with such impeccable force. You were the only person I could ever confide in, however, my own sands of time have run out you have broken my hourglass shattered

i am in disbelief that i ever believed in you immaturity our forte now, it's only yours you don't need me like you told me you did when we were children you still are go on i've been replaced and i couldn't be more ecstatic

my cannibalistic mind eats elation devours emotion, leaving my dopamine to dry. my cannibalistic mind consumes joviality gnaws at my conscience, revealing only the deepest black. my cannibalistic mind highly ritualistic voraciously snatches wonder, joy, metaphysically leaving numbness to corrode

     "Do you think about me?" she says, intuitive looks protruding from her amber eyes. "When you're sleeping, do you dream of me?"      Of course I do and of course she knows. Her rhetorical question pounds in my head, fists of confusion and slandered ideas of what could-have-been attacking my mind.      "Always." I pause and look away, letting her gaze rest against my cheeks, made rosy by the winter wind. "Every second of the day I think of you, from the moment I awaken to the moment I fall asleep, and even in the fathoms of my dreams I feel you warm my soul."

oh, apple sweet, magnificent sphere of passion which so gracefully hangs from it's branch of serenity shine, refract the sun's light upon my cold metal heart oh, apple fall from the tree of elation strike the wise man on his head and let him ponder the simple aspects of life which you instill oh, apple with your radiant gleam of red glistening light to my glistening eyes show me hope, faith, indifference for on the devil's land you bloom

fiery i ask the fiery stars where their friend the moon is they answer with clouds endless clouds, spacious clouds roaming free across the barren sky lit up by those fiery stars my friends, the stars bright i ask my bright friends, the stars where the sun has disappeared to they answer with darkness bleak, desolate darkness lit up by those bright stars my friends, the stars loving i ask the loving stars the caring, loving stars where i may find salvation in this terrible realm of humanity they answer with solitude no longer are they stars, but they each are a star lighting up the bleak night my friends, the stars endles

"You walked into my life, expecting everything." She sighs. She breathes. She's here. Now, she's here. I don't know for how much longer, if she'll ever say goodbye when she leaves, if she ever does. But she's here. Now. She's real. Now, she's real. I don't know if she'll move on, and I don't know why I don't know, but I don't. But she's real. And I'm not. "Whenever I start to feel..." "Feel close. Whenever I start to feel close with someone, someone I can relate to, someone I care about..." Maybe one day she'll pack up all of her things, her hair ties and her faded jeans, worn out memories and knick knacks of times she doesn't remembe

"What's the prognosis?"                                                         "Is it psychosis?" "Mental hypnosis, corroding necrosis?"                                       &

Oh, nicotine, Release my dopamine For you are the morphine Of my lungs.

alchemist, bring your potion to a boil give unto me a portion to ponder and plunder sipping liquid agony alchemist, transmute your goods to gold cold gold, stone gold to pay off my debts auctioning solid regret alchemist, extract the plague of undeath from my mind, create an epiphany of temporary ecstasy and name it memory for you, alchemist i have created something new split your lips, accept this baptism red water rapids of crimson tide you have unleashed upon me

I was fifteen years old when I was murdered. Photographs of me linger, geriatric, detached from their frames. God, thank God, for accepting me into your realm which is not as sweet as I previously expected. Without saying a word, I remember so, your stiletto eyes trampling me with such impeccable force. You were the only person I could ever confide in, however, my own sands of time have run out you have broken my hourglass shattered

i am in disbelief that i ever believed in you immaturity our forte now, it's only yours you don't need me like you told me you did when we were children you still are go on i've been replaced and i couldn't be more ecstatic

my cannibalistic mind eats elation devours emotion, leaving my dopamine to dry. my cannibalistic mind consumes joviality gnaws at my conscience, revealing only the deepest black. my cannibalistic mind highly ritualistic voraciously snatches wonder, joy, metaphysically leaving numbness to corrode

     "Do you think about me?" she says, intuitive looks protruding from her amber eyes. "When you're sleeping, do you dream of me?"      Of course I do and of course she knows. Her rhetorical question pounds in my head, fists of confusion and slandered ideas of what could-have-been attacking my mind.      "Always." I pause and look away, letting her gaze rest against my cheeks, made rosy by the winter wind. "Every second of the day I think of you, from the moment I awaken to the moment I fall asleep, and even in the fathoms of my dreams I feel you warm my soul."

oh, apple sweet, magnificent sphere of passion which so gracefully hangs from it's branch of serenity shine, refract the sun's light upon my cold metal heart oh, apple fall from the tree of elation strike the wise man on his head and let him ponder the simple aspects of life which you instill oh, apple with your radiant gleam of red glistening light to my glistening eyes show me hope, faith, indifference for on the devil's land you bloom

fiery i ask the fiery stars where their friend the moon is they answer with clouds endless clouds, spacious clouds roaming free across the barren sky lit up by those fiery stars my friends, the stars bright i ask my bright friends, the stars where the sun has disappeared to they answer with darkness bleak, desolate darkness lit up by those bright stars my friends, the stars loving i ask the loving stars the caring, loving stars where i may find salvation in this terrible realm of humanity they answer with solitude no longer are they stars, but they each are a star lighting up the bleak night my friends, the stars endles

Soon enough, i'll get out of bed and wash my face. Soon enough, i'll pack your shirt away where i cant find it. Soon enough, i will have the strength to remove you from my life. The saddness of your name lingers all over me. Smothering me, crushing me. Soon enough, you'll be a distant memory. Soon enough you'll be breaking down, wont be breaking me down. Breaking me down.

Keep your thoughts positive because your thoughts become your words. Keep your words positive because your words be come your actions. Keep your actions positive because your actions because your actions become your lifestyle. Keep your lifestyle positive because your lifestyle becomes your destiny.

I close my eyes and wait for the sandman to lay me to this state breathing shallow unconscious mind sleep awaits i want to cry my eyes seems to hate me my brain in a rampage my mind wonders  off frolicking madly in deep thoughts i just want peace of mind that i am really deprived i just want to rest not to care lay my self bare and fall into the world of delight

Never Give Love a Name i. the Chachapoyas did not call themselves the Chachapoyas this name an invention by the Incas          the history of the Chachapoyas recorded in ruins          fragments of bowls          tombs tucked in mountain cliffs ii. breath caught          in the throat erodes the lungs          scratches against the empty caves left by the ribs          the broken bowl of a shoulder blade twisted bridge of the neck that can no longer be crossed ridges of the spine a chipped necklace memories of a kiss embalmed          tucked in the folds of an ear now there is only this only this          the body

Every second of the day, is a chance to tell someone they mean everything to you.