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Not Death But Annihilation

I've become the smoking barrel, and brought unto me a sight. How eyes can become so trite when the sparks of love die. Crosshairs succumb to interests within lies, And I'm another pale-faced mourner with the next sunrise.
Easy targets make the best markets, for ammunition. As I load another round, come away with me. We'll paint this fucking town red.
Mirrors dont reflect intention, because I am the rooftops. And I am your coffin.

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Of Orchids and Blackwine[Intro] Of cursed flesh, of blighted skin my mottled green, my rot within Of forlorn face, of tragedy worn My silk and flesh and heartfelt scorn
[verse 1] Silent tomb, from the world I despise My unearthly bonds, and a ghastly reprise End of my life is now the end of the world Of silence and storms, and the darkness unfurled
[Bridge] Unleashing a miasma on this
wretched earth I walk upon Sip of wine and a cursed reverie And drink to the end, of this blood stained memory
[Verse 2] I walk in through the valley of death, hand in Of Orchids and Blackwine
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The AuctionAs I gaze from my window, the long tail of assumption slumps through the garden. It flattens the shrubs. 'You may water at the discretion of the check-in clerk. If she's not really fussed, she'll take me.' I disagree.
To choose from the room's supply, to lie through my teeth, to pluck you from your corner, and spread you on the street.
A dollar bill, as it were, open to bids; the fruition of contest. 'The optimal strategy is at the discretion of the check-in clerk'. She falters.
So I dance with the risk, the p The Auction
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Stems and LeavesWell... we smashed the windows so the glass falls on your head, and in your eyes. So maybe you'll think about us, for a little while. You cut yourself, in trying to find A voice to hear, inside your mind. Hopefully one day you'll see that not every sky we look upon is gray.
The jukebox by the window plays on as you slip into your dress. The draft doesnt bother you, because you've sliced away at your nerves. Nothing gets through those curves anymore. No... nothing can make you feel anymore.
You look in the mirror, but of course you cant see. You've gouged out your Stems and Leaves
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Carpe DiemAsleep,
under the tree.
Head resting against the trunk of the old, smoothed beech. Weathered names of lovers etched in the bark, echoes heard by no one.
What is a day
but a moment seized, and then trickled and sifted thru, loose, absent minded fingers? What is a kiss but a second of fleeting bliss? A chemical reaction convoluted with emotion. I cannot carve the name, for I do not know it.
When I awake, I shall walk to the stream, and pan for gold. If I find nothing, it matters not. My thoughts splayed Carpe Diem
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Grime sticks to my face as I breathe in the flame, It rattles it shakes, jolts of pure pain, The burn as it climbs to the soul of my strength, Time machined by snails is the longest of lengths, Ceiling is painted: encrusted blood smears, Hear the groan from below of men loosing lost years, Smoothest of drives on battered, burrowed stretch, An artist can't define, no imagination can sketch, Behind my eyelids the reels they begin, Memories like dreams, it won't fade it won't thin, Canvas grooves round my body; lie in pools of blood, As the gore co Trip to the morgue
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Miniature SunsThe demons of my thoughts are raking their bladed fingers through my scalp. They’re poisoning my mind with the truth while I want to soak in the lies until my body is rubbed raw with sandpaper and the blood pulsating through my naked veins pours free from its prisons.
They’re walking from the shadows, they’re standing in the light. They barely even disguise themselves now because they know I’m too afraid of realizing to resist.
I hate myself, everything about me. I act like nothing’s wrong while inside whatever is left is decaying. And I’m begging for people to notice, begging for attent Miniature Suns
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~Chemicalrainbows Nov 24, 2009, 11:55:12 AM

thanks for the favourite on my poem

~22417004906905 Sep 7, 2009, 9:53:21 AM

Thanks so much for the fave!

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"Loyalty to a petrified opinion never broke a chain or freed a human soul."
-Mark Twain

"What you see is what you get
If you disagree let’s make a bet
I’ll place five if you give ten
Then we’ll see whose right again."

-The Ballad Of The Truth (Me)