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it was a single moment
of sincerity when all
your flaws were out wide
in the open for everyone
to see.
as if all the people
who mattered didn't know.
-
you're a whore, you're
a saint, you're a sinner, let's
all get stoned.
-
a chemical burn is equal to
a chemical high if it's in your
nose, you're just a mess.
-
you're a whore, you're
a saint, you're a sinner, let's
all get stoned.
let's all get stoned.
stone us.
-
you've changed, now you're
fucking everybody.
you're everybody you've sworn you'd
never be.
and they've been inside you too.
-
you're a whore, you're
a saint, you're a sinner, let's
all get stoned.
you're stoned.
come here let me stone you.
-
everything is blurry, we lived
life in a flurry.
and now it's gone.
stone me. you're stoned.
of sincerity when all
your flaws were out wide
in the open for everyone
to see.
as if all the people
who mattered didn't know.
-
you're a whore, you're
a saint, you're a sinner, let's
all get stoned.
-
a chemical burn is equal to
a chemical high if it's in your
nose, you're just a mess.
-
you're a whore, you're
a saint, you're a sinner, let's
all get stoned.
let's all get stoned.
stone us.
-
you've changed, now you're
fucking everybody.
you're everybody you've sworn you'd
never be.
and they've been inside you too.
-
you're a whore, you're
a saint, you're a sinner, let's
all get stoned.
you're stoned.
come here let me stone you.
-
everything is blurry, we lived
life in a flurry.
and now it's gone.
stone me. you're stoned.
Literature
i may be a mess.
her eyes are like murky hurricanes and her summers are filled with messages in bottles. her lips are quite like porcelain and her finger tips have gruesome memories. maybe her skin is tearing off and her feet seem to bleed when she steps awkwardly around your piercing words.
maybe stars just don't shine as bright as she does; although if you tell her that she might not believe you. she'll just say your a silly little child with no real sense of direction because you took the wrong path and found the wrong broken angel - you found the wrong star.
she strums an A chord, but it's a foul sound - you know the one. the one that plays you asleep i
Literature
Sepulchre Solace
It doesn't matter that I can't see your eyes, love.
I've already memorized the deep azure,
and if I stare deeply into the night sky above
I can find their hue, their shimmer in the twinkling starlight.
So it is of little matter that they remain closed
as I lie beside you on your bed of satin,
twisting my fingers through your long, dark hair.
It is longer than when I last saw you,
as you drew shallow, shaky breaths, and I drew you against me,
your frail form clutching with feeble strength
before they took you away.
They didn't want us together, love, you see.
So they hid you away from me, tried to tell me you were gone.
But I knew
Literature
Regret
I do miss you.
Even if you don't believe me.
My heads pounding.
Pounding with thoughts of you.
My hearts earning.
Earning just to feel yours beat next to mine.
My eyes scan rooms and hallways.
Searching for your face.
Hoping your still here.
But your not.
You left me here with no one.
We both know you won't be coming back.
I'm just sorry I couldn't say goodbye.
That I didn't tell you I love you.
I regret it...
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stoned.
here's looking at you bitch.
here's looking at you bitch.
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I feel mildly violated, in a good way.