She's cursed me, This mind of mine, And now we're creeping through nightmares Once again. I used to dream of gold in my bed at night, But now I just follow her down.
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Bury the Hatchet
Bury the hatchet, Or better yet burn it And scatter the ashes so far across the sea We stand no chance of digging it up. 'Cause I know you, You'll get bored and start looking. At least this way We can only stand on the beach And reminisce in what It used to be.
I know you fancy yourself to be quite the artist
I know you fancy yourself to be quite the artist, But the rest of us just see it as graffiti; Walls and walls of words Hell-bent on ruining everything You spent your life building. Go Ahead. Burn it to the ground, Something or other will rise in its place. Bend Hell into whatever shape you… Continue reading I know you fancy yourself to be quite the artist
Well, forever?
Yes, I think I will stay for another, For just a little while longer. There's the smell of loneliness in the air And I am in no rush. Tell me stranger, Why doesn't forever always last for... Well, forever?
Doomed, You Say?
To whoever said I was doomed: Thank you, 'Cause I think you'll find I am, And it was So Helpful to learn it early on. Now, Stop your worrying and tell me: Would you like one serving Of self-deprecation Or two? Since you've freed me from my own Self-reflection, I think you'll find I have… Continue reading Doomed, You Say?
Against The Fire
Against the fire- Sinister and wanting- I seduce, Unafraid, But seeing the light From dreams Which are unknown. Unlearning my past; Unable to stop.
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