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Subject:Unwell
Time:10:21 pm
I am sick
Ill with eyes of jade
Overcome with this affliction
Tremoring as the congregation stands

You are the spirit

You are the creator

I am the crippled wings
You once so loved

Tortured and barren
Beyond all glory
A recollection of eras past
Does not bring forth your affinity

I am the defeated
Your disregarded

I am sick
Feverish in this anxiety
Undone by my condition
Trembling, with all eyes bearing down

You are the passion

You are the countenance

I am the fray in bonds
Of this sanctity

Weakened, irresolute
Awaiting the irreparable tear
Middle ground unattainable
Yet so far the distance traveled

I am the discarded
Your everything


I am unwell
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Time:06:32 pm
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listening to the voices within
their casting their votes for treason,
some unlucky few will forever be silenced
sent away in shackles never to heard from again
the victorious will send their legions marching soon
tainted blood drips from suns early light
seeping into the wounds of the land
infecting all transmission's

the kingdom has fallen
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Subject:It is done
Time:02:36 pm
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Subject:Love stories you never knew
Time:01:30 am
Tick...
Take a sip of tea and blow a kiss to her last breath
Drip...
Wipe the blood from the crease of her eyes
Tock...
Place that lovely heart on lace and lay it in your special box
Drop...
Take the perfect picture to remember the moment
Tick...
Wrap your toy in plastic sheets, handle her with care
Tock...
Dispose of the remains of flesh
Drip...
Rot is never precious
Drop...
But you'll always have the story of how you stole her heart
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Subject:A Slow Migration
Time:08:00 pm
What is this

Relentless outcry

Of wrong against the skin
Of my body

Forming bloodstains?

(I only know
That his name
Is inside me like
A needle waiting
To be tapped)

His blood is thick
Inside my spaces

And every face turns

To say I'm so sorry

But maybe it's just as well.

IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T
WANT TO BE THIS ANGRY

EVERYONE THINKS
THEY KNOW HOW TO HURT SOMEONE

BUT A CLEVER TURN OF PHRASE WORKS BETTER
THAN A POCKET KNIFE

THROUGH THE PALM OF MY HAND;
A SINGLE POINT OF LIGHT

UNDER THE DOOR;
AM I LEAVING HERE?

His eyes were flat black
In the dark

With our fingers mingling.
The light outside

Our window fading.

(I only know
That his name
Is inside me like
A needle waiting
To be tapped)

We're leaving again.

The car's ready.

My bags are packed.

IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T
WANT TO BE THIS ANGRY

His hand touches the sheetmetal car

BUT A CLEVER TURN OF PHRASE WORKS BETTER
THAN A POCKET KNIFE

My eyes watch the trees pass.

A SINGLE POINT OF LIGHT
UNDER THE DOOR;

We're leaving everything.
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Subject:Apply Pressure
Time:10:29 pm
My wounds
Are more open than yours ever will be.

Raw and salted for flavor
And onion dipped

And swooned under
The disco ball

Is this all we are?
Sex machines

With no personalities
And nothing to love?

I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO HELP ME

APPLY PRESSURE TO

The pillow over the face
Of society and stop the madness

From spreading over phone lines
Into home computers and cable

Televangelism send us your dollars for Jeeezus.

I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO HELP ME

APPLY PRESSURE TO

The hole in my eye
Leaking fluid from the

Bottom of my car
Because I was mad at the world one day.
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Subject:Raise the black flag...its time to slit throats
Time:04:47 pm
It was mentioned to me recently how far this escapade of breathing and fornication has come in several years.

The scars are just soft white reminders of a life since conquered
---No more glass eyed fabrications of angry red monsters in my flesh

The tattered leafs of paper once again serenade their forgotten ink-stained lover
---Evolution of emotion, no disassociation to sacrifice

This wee little heart beats like it always wanted to...Strong and vicious
---Sadistically tuned to the annihilation of its foes

The masses have witnessed a new form of serene brutality; calculated kindess
---Institutions and caskets have no choke hold

Perhaps the greatest distance traveled is this...


You think I'm not better than you?
Wait and see...
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Time:10:17 pm
I sat in a little cafe
In a little cafe on a hill
On a hill in a town I never knew
I never knew you tasted so good
You tasted so good that night in my chains
That night
In.My.Chains
Blood dripping from fresh wounds
The stench of sex and paranoia
Permeating my brain
Enveloping my skin
You tasted so good
Licking the tears from your blistered cheeks
I begged you not to go
But your ship had come in
And back to the depths of festering seclusion
You did sink...
So I sat in a little cafe
Sipping tea on a rather steep hill
Dreaming of sex and paranoia
Blood and kisses
Imploding in my little world
Of regret and cigarette burns
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Subject:Dehumanization
Time:04:36 pm
I would violate you
Just to hear your precious screams
I would incinerate you
But I don't like the smell
Of your evaporating cologne

Some day you'll stumble across
The meaning of desecration
And realization will no longer
Be your holy martyr
That thing that keeps a lock on your closet
And dead fish floating in your stagnant puddle

Fortunately everything you've ever loved
Will have long since left you to die
And all the pretty little things
You burnt alive
Will choke you down
And rip your heart out

You should have bled a long time ago
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Subject:Bloody Sabbath
Time:03:32 am
Nothing to do when it rains in Spain,
Falling mainly on the lands of prophets
Wandering aimlessly toward their destined
Holy temple of hypocrisy.
The children of a thousand ages
Await the perfect moment to reveal the true design
Of existence on the battlefield of martyrdom.
Faith wasn't always blind they say,
Her eyes bled for humanity until they were drained of all life
And consequence.
For her sorrow, mankind must now follow blindly
At the heels of our masters, our makers, and fellow sinners.
Pennance is the choke chain around our necks,
Ready and waiting to deprive
Our weary forms of life
When we fuck up.
And yet we know not what we do,
For faith my friends is blind.
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