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A poison word of whisper comes from him to her

In pain is he

Shattered inside from the glass

Accomponied by the fist of hated rage

Just a lonely soul bouncing inside

A vessal trying not to hide

A lonely world created for love

And distrust from the soul reaver

The common flow through the ebb of man

Smooth as silk yet frayingly hungry like a knife

Waiting for it's next lost life

Tretcherously bound to a heart of purity

Consumed in writing pain

Where pain becomes the deity

Clinging to the frothing loneliness

Trying to erased with the heart of another

Waiting for the shut down feelings

To over lap one another so they'd fade together

I heard your voice that night

So feet treaded back to the thread

Where things started and returned

To the nest where the eggs still haven't hatched

Looking to the celestial for the comfort always given

Wondering why eyes are not yet in heaven

Blew the lights out

And came from one end to the other

Framing the duct taped body back together.

Knit one, pearl two

My, my, my look at that

A fine shade of blue with a tassel of yellow

Child, you been made for it

Those fingers of yours

Can't tell you even done anythin' with'em

It be a fine fit, I'm sure of it

If you lose your place, pull the line

And you'll find it

Just don't take your eyes off it

Blessed child, have a cookie

Little one, do you see the clouds

Way over yonder, yes them

They be comin' this way

Don't worry, they only hold the rain

Good for that garden I got over there

Radishes, tomatoes, Squash, and rubarb

You're mother's going to be late

Pop in that cartoon tape

And I'll wake you when she comes

While you vegitate

I'll take out my teeth and suck on the gums.

Good morning sunlight

There goes the doe to hide beniethe the dew

Singing in the fated red rain

Whispering incantations as they fall between twigs and leaves

Blooming home to the sphereof three points

Teaching a lesson in every splatter

As if asking one another; what is the matter?



The arms that grasp out from the shadows

Pulling on the sleeves of the misfortunate

breeding the underground

Inside the sinning weeping willows

As if a piece of glass

Laughing at the hide-and-seek games,



A web for a spider feeding on a fly

Not bothering to look up to see who's passing by

Spinning free silk for the demons that lust

For the shaded night

Awaiting the moons light for fright

Sinking beniethe the covers of rays

Fortunate sunburnt limbs falling

To the very root as to create

the archway to forever

Inside the wings of feather.

I can't look you in the eye

Not after all the talks

Not after the silent walks

Not after all the smiles

Or all the ways you've helped

There isn't enough left

All the bulbs have been taken away

And so I've kept all reflectives down

Why can't I look myself in the mirror

Is far beyond me

What is there to show the crown

You too, since you always tell me to

That it isn't fair

That I can't seem to do it myself

No streak of luck in hope

No matter how hard I've scrubed with the soap

That I could just look up

It's always from the side or beniethe the lashes

Why does looking face to face

Feel like being gutted

No wrongs have really been commited

So why does it feel that a lonely teenager

Is always being behind the lace

If I make it to graduation

There might not be any more fear

But who knows, then again

I just might never seem to get it together enough

To be the one who can never look up

Falling from a dead mans heart

Bathing together

This aging illusion

Of being a living person

Falling into passious touches

Sweet taste of the dead lips

Tearing from the fount

A dead mans pulse

Conquering his queen

Burning her a dream

Cradling her vein

Dragging his immortal flesh

Through that crimson stench

Eyes rolling as he breathes through his nose

Curling his very toes

At the sight of a beautiful rose

Kissing the wind next to him

Waking his queen

Opening her lids from the dream.