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And I sit in the backdrop And sway to the tune Of the rabbit, the raven, The ever-mad loon. And I stare with blank eyes As the world becomes blurred, And I wait for the end Without utterance of word. But the end never comes, Only beginnings new, And the rabbit had fled And the raven had flew. And the loon rested there, At the top of my hat, And he sang lullabies With the ever-mad cat. And I drifted asleep While lullabies played; And I met with a dream Who had been led astray. Said there was a rabbit, a raven, a loon; a cat who would sing but he'd sing out of tune. Said he'd been driven mad from the echoes and screams, and sadly I real

The laughter of children envelops the night, and it carries; it carries forward until dawn's first light. But the laughter evolves until it's a weep, and they're made to promise a secret they'll keep. Death to the teenage boys who laughed and death to the teenage girls who danced for their night in sin. Fear not, beloved children of mourn, I'll extract you as memories, the mantle's adorned. Fear not for the way your families will weep, if they can't find your bodies, hope they will keep.

Dear me, You make me angry. I hate the way you put yourself down; the way you shut me out. I hate the way you overthink; the little things are bigger in your brain. I hate the way you look at a half-empty glass; the way you dread every day. You need to keep that chin up high; keep that glass half-full. I'm counting on you. If you fall, I fall, and I hate falling. Inhale the positive. E  x  h  a  l  e. Remember always; if you're good enough for you, you're good enough for them. You're good. You're great. Keep smiling, a step a time; People like it when you                                              s                e          

The sun sets; the warmth of its embrace leaves my shivered bones. Drip, drop;       Drip, drop. There's not a force to stop                             t                                                     h  e                         r      a                            in.                         There's not a force to stop it.

A golden bullet hits the floor, the trail of smoke by it's downward spiral lingers. A splash of you on my cotton shirt. I realize what I've done; the flashbacks start again. The sun reflects off your perfect eyes, in all their hazel glory. The lips I tend to crave too much pucker up and near me; the earth beneath our heads smiles. We could take a cab back home, after our day is done; the night could bring me wonder. We took a cab back home, and wonder the night did bring; I wondered what if... What if... What if you had ceased to be? What would happen then? Where would my life take me? I wondered if you'd cry or even I, as you

I can see you're uncertain; I see that you're scared, but I promise, behind smiles we'd end.   If it comes crashing down and the world falls apart, I can promise that our wounds will mend. We'll move on together, we'll live life apart; 'til the day that our souls meet incarnate. Calamity strikes, a thousand fates grim; we'll escape disaster, our souls weeping garnet.

I often wonder wonderous things, like how to trust a liar. Like how to know if something's real, like how to breathe in fire. You're a fire. The fumes enshrouding your magnificent aura suffocate everything including me. You get inside my lungs and I drop to the floor. Don't you worry, I'll get through; it's all happened before. But I won't weep. The river in my eyes has dried, evaporated slowly from depravity and lust. I've finished this game.

A smile over a beaten heart, a tormented facade; outside he was ecstasy. From within his broken shell of petty existence, he clawed, and he fought; screams echoed through chamber and chamber, his voice filled the shadows of sins and regret. Desperate for a sweet escape, a way out of himself; He'd plot for eons as he'd plotted for eons. Trapped in his own mind, but everything's fine on the outside. Where is his release? Shards of glass littered his skull, at least on the inside; finally, he is broken. And he'll push, and he'll push, leave nothing in his wake. When the earth is ash and cinder it can never be his fault; his broken shell

I'm stumped. I expected to feel the prick of the thorn when I picked the rose. I expected the pain to overwhelm my hands or my heart or my brain. It didn't. After everything, I thought I'd think you suck. But you don't. Maybe it was the expectation. Maybe it was the anticipation of you slipping through my fingertips. and the sad thing is, i let you. I let you do too much. I let you make me feel safe, I let you kiss my lips. Like a fool, I let you in. Out with you, return your keys, this motel's closed for good. As much as I would love for you to stay, you know you can't. You wrapped your arms around something that you didn't