Molding
twisted
thoughts in your heart,
you have
nothing
but the time between us spent apart.

Holding
and lifted
these torrents on my part,
you have
something
to bitch about now
from this new start.

No mercy,
kill this, hurry!
No forgiveness,
let's burn until the pictures blurry.

No mercy,
fuck this, hurry!
Unforgiven,
watching all my darkest desires scurry!
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You can take your appologies,
the one's that you didn't say.
Take your excuses
the be sorry for me's
you throw my way.
Take your memories
you squander away,
and your efforts
to make yourself
look good
anyway.
Take your false sympathies,
your
quick "please have empathy"'s
and shove them up where you put your loyalties.
I'm sick of your stories,
I live in realities.
You can HAVE your phalacies.
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Crackled, split, whole,
it's all about the soul;
your stupid, cold, bullshit,
it's half of the whole!
Cracked, spit on the whole
god damned thing.
Your laughing's just the icing
on your twisted, sick, sweet
song you sing!
Your chaotic, erotic,
embrace so methodic;
you really don't know
a god damned thing!
My heart's neurotic,
pseudo-psychotic narcotic ;
and I know every mother fuckin thing!
So hate this,
and fuck you!

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Spoken softly,
words between us die.
Rolling on forever,
the look in your eyes
suggests there's something
I could never know.
These assumptions,
I let just as easily
let go.
Holding tightly
to a broken, bitter truth.
There was nothing blank and empty
quite so much as you.
In the aftermath,
the crow mourns for the sky.
Just another day, like any,
and it's a good day to die.

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Beauty in a shell,
hell
might as well
dive into the wishing well.
Life's a sell.
Theifs and cuthroats,
lover's and kisses;
looking into the sky,
wondering, who will miss this?
It exists, this
blister on the inside of a dream.
What's this,
this tearing at my seams?
Who's this,
this image I see
looking back through the hourglass,
so young and carefree?
Little but rivers now,
dead memories lie,
and as a little red feather floats on,
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