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I’m branded, just beneath my chest is a clenching fist. The blood is bled from wound I’ve found inside. I’m marked, by an owner who wont look me in the eye. An owner I can’t find “Please keep me together!” Save me from the sword and from the night, though they are mine they are so thirsty for a fight. Nothing gentle finds me now in sleep or running, nothing! The screaming and the crying have become my thinking mind. In submission, I find only distortion, s...

No one in the world can sleep tonight. The moon is much too bright. The candle is my liaison in this... The mouth is full of madness. Chocolate stains and coffee cup rings, somehow organic with the nicotine. Luxuries and profits all tame our sleep. We’re all dodging bullets right before we weep “Knuckle up!” The “Ear sores” cackle their odes. Pain is a fucking blessing!... The barking lot is null. Shit-side suburbia or Mansions’ plastic groves. The end is m...

I’ll leave the door open for you You can come in if you’d like to Just do not be faced with me If you won’t belong to the sea What’s inside is cold and bitter Its restiched and vulnerable The archetypes hang upside down A kind smile is still just a frown There’s a cave like a cavern that’s a woman There’s a train inbound, crushing everything like a man Grow your mind, slow it down Scream your guts out or believe Though I can’t fool you now I&...

When you are filled with moral pretense You must recapture your innocence The cold and the bitter, the surreal Will become as host till you heal Your eyes will make you go blind The starlight will harbor your time Motionless travel on a landscape of ice That path was golden till you turned on the light Now gauge yourself with resolve Drag your body with tooth and with claw Something inside you will break

Promises pay for what you believe Not something clear, that you can perceive You lie then you beg to the sky The stone in your heart asks you why, Do you stand on foolish pride? Love is a mirror of intention Not some convoluted suggestion A promise beyond your will to make Is it that you scurry through time, Discord of light and numbered in line? Some greener pasture to unfold Your smiling with teeth clamped and sore Sit on your hands make believing Its not your word so deceiving Your alibi&...