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Scorch marks on the ceiling. Orange dangling nipple light. Hole in the wall. Hanging key above the door. A year full of stories. On the shelf. Bits here. Pieces there.
The day before the day before, I nailed my head to the door. At this point I feel I should mention I wasn't looking for attention. I just had to scratch that itch, Because it was a fucking bitch.
On your lips I anoint a kiss Hold me close as we dance At the edge of the abyss On the brain freeze needles... We waltz.
The 'Jack' hits the back of your throat and it screams 'I'm lovely, I'm gorgeous, I'm really obscene!' More. More. More. Give me more. Swallow it down like a cheap filthy whore.
There is not one but two of me Sometimes four but mostly three Why not take some time to find The others here inside my mind!.
Sometimes, when I blink, It feels like my eyes are not in sync....
The bleeding sun kisses the dawn, Could she be the one Worthy of this lover's song. To move me away from The sleepwalking suicide, Away from this well of dead passion in which I hide.
When love and death. Embrace the razor blades kiss. Join me in the celebration of eternal bliss. In joy and in sorrow. A lifetime of tomorrow. We'll drown the heartache. In a sea of emotion.