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Haze
Do you know what it's like to feel
So alone, when your scars are all you own?
She's not the heroin junkie curled up on the floor,
(begging for more, more, more)
She's just the girl in the corner,
(just the torn up loner)
These parasites are gnawing,
(she's kept it all from falling)
Feasting on her soul,
(the more you breathe, the less you know)
Do you know what it's like to feel
So alone, when your scars are all you own?
Do you know what it's like to feel
So alone, when your scars are all you own?
She's not the heroin junkie curled up on the floor,
(begging for more, more, more)
She's just the girl in the corner,
(just the torn up loner)
These parasites are gnawing,
(she's kept it all from falling)
Feasting on her soul,
(the more you breathe, the less you know)
Do you know what it's like to feel
So alone, when your scars are all you own?
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
New Air
My every inhalation was a hyperventilation,
Tiny puffs of naught but nitrogen and dust;
But then you took my CO2, transformed it into something new,
A true blue atmosphere erupting through the crust.
Now my trachea awakes in lakes of oxygen that slakes
The violent thirst of all the tree roots in my chest;
I attempt to catch my breath, but it is sprinting far and fast,
Away from death into the fairest air at last.
Literature
A Haiku
Light well past Midnight
full moon glow, lamp post bright, or
Netflix Marathon
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