Wilted
I am the one who will be deserted, from the group. Betrayed left with nothing to lose. No possessions acquired, only my mind and my one wilted flower. Beauty in horrible fazes, negative places for this morning. A night where I will be running away from the demons in my dreams, a conclusion a conscious sewn with the black seams. I am the poison the cure the only mind that can infer my thoughts.
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Halogens
The halogens are consuming me. Like alkali I'm being drug in the family. The metal, the handle, the edge, the tip. The end of all we know so full and fit. Like me I'm just in pain legit, bringing my thoughts to the table and consuming this. It's a deadly kiss goodnight, cause its now night. Flying colors on the floor, on the windowsill. On the glass reflecting the feel. The seal of approval, the devouring so lethal. It's pain it's an act of gain. It's the fact of reasoning that makes me feel insane.
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Revelations
Revelations took me by surprise. The look of the party's the eyes. The cry's the intellectual thoughts of reprise. Trying to better my relations, changing sanctions. Of my heart the time I was young. Left with a gun in a lonely place far from here. A man sitting in a chair with the crosshairs locked showing problems and needing thoughts. Burning sensation deep in my skin, no more stays no more wins. Graphic states, vision of hate. Burning buildings and the city's fighting. The war is abruptly starting
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The Taciturn
I have doubt in my life, I have a knife and a soul full of strife. I'm out of drugs to sooth the pain, now I have sores I need to gain. Coming to a social stand point, hundreds change. And when the people change they unlock the chains from their cage. Curing me and killing at the same time. I am the equilateral of velvet. Pounding the poison through my chest. I am coming again to the point of no return, where people change and sands shift through time. Were the only remnants of the broken. The taciturn.
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