Glimpse of a Dead Moon
like the stolen moon
it just slipped away in existance
just as her smile
fell away from her face
they told her he was dead
no more lithium
she'll take her death bed
just as the moon dies
but in conflict
her smile, her body wont rise
from a forced crescent moon
to a deaths funeral tune
marching foward to her tomb
no longer the cold empty shell
from the moment he died to her
and her love and smile fell
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I Dont Know What To Call It
i have become entangled
inside my empathy
which has in turn, strangled
my love, my life, to tragedy
but when i turn to care
i cant stand but give a blank face
for i know its not fair
that you have left me here,
dying in this decietful place
i am consumed by sorrow
and now theres noone beating down the door
and as i look toward tomorrow
i dont see the sunrise anymore
ive become all ive ever feared
and as you set me free
you find im not what i appeared
to either you or me
now i can take a sorrow
and beat it dead
but it always rises for this disgusting tomorrow
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After Murder
its like looking at your reflection in the glazed eyes of your dead lover
from the stained knife in your hands to the fading rage thats over
its then you feel your body cringe inside itself
still feeling the vibrations from their cries of help
still in the murder scene you cave in
you still feel the fireish tingle from the sin
crawling on your skin
still you know you'd commit again
yet collapsing from the off set of the trigger in your mind
the trigger that set you to unwind
rubbed the clit of insanity till you let go to the orgasm
you cant still feel the chasm
of blind murder coursing through you veins
still immune to the victim's defense pains
caught in the vividly fading remains of a climax
still feeling the tremble on the edge, still cant relax
following the repulsion of truth, till you flee
and in the back of your mind you swear you felt the victim bleed
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Stolen Identity
This is a stolen identity
Because I’m bent on forgetting me
All left is my eyes
And I think their gonna die
Don’t look in, you can see me
I’d rather wear this stolen identity
Exactly what they want to see
I’ve got the lock on the door
Don’t force yourself to love me anymore
You don’t need to
I’m now something new
But its not really me, it’s all for you
He put the stitches on the cut
When she’s perfect, then there’s love
She’s perfect in this mask
Hiding his shame at last
Because without identity goes the past
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Till We Cease
i'll take the plunge
before you
let us meet death as one
together
walking alone together forever
take my hand
as you took my heart
death steals my pulse
as you stole my heart
past the first time, to the wedding band
death cant break our hands apart
i know it in the flecks of your eyes
even if we die
our hearts wont die
a single solitude together
we walk together
alone and consumed in death
forever
promise you wont ever
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Red Ambulance
so that ambulance just went by
and if you were high
the flashing lights would be a show
red as the blood she spilled
red enough to let her go
she filled in the outlines with her nails
just as red as she
then there was a red circus, for sale
as she red as she would be
and the fire was just so
that the red blazes burned her eyes
i think it was the red that let her go
like the red from her eyes after a person cries
so red, so real, from wrist to lights
so red, everytime, even in the night
shes like the savior
or the sacrafice
her nails, or the nails of the cross?
was it it the cross on the red ambulance
with the red lights?
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Dressup
looking in the full sized mirror
that still fits to my size
then the fabrication of myself is so much nearer
and decieving
when my appearance is all lies
the little girl who loved to play dressup
in the things shell never be
the little girl who never grew up
matured for the worse to me
mummys pearls. and red lipstick
dwelling back it makes me sick
failure has a little girls mature face
with a charcoal soul to replace
those innocent eyes in her mummys dress
making up her fantasy, before the rest
of her life came crashing down
the little girl that dressed up like mummy
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Burn in Desire
dont play with fire
dont fondle my desire
becasue im burning like hell
inside this shell
ashes of my sin
enticed by what could have been
baby dont play with my fire
you'll burn in desire
i tell you to runaway
with me you wont stay
pure, but burned clean to the bone
with the burning edge in my tone
push you away
dont suffer my stay
just runaway
from the fire that plays
with your heart
your desire
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