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A wrinkled thought
A cold embrace
A heartless charm
A forgotten face
A simple beep
A giant sigh
A window pane
Against the sky
A leap of fate
A blackened heart
A sidways glance
A poison dart
A speeding name
An unclear thought
A ladies name
That I forgot
A shallow pool
A wishing well
A simple word
That I can't spell
A lawless land
A deadly trend
A simple man
A simple end
Wishing days
Are days of old
Can't do nothing
'Less I'm told
Thinking with
A head of stone
Mechanic men
End up alone
Enter life
With a painful cry
Why is it always
The good ones die?
The good ones fly
Don't have to cry
Take a look around
I'm by your side
Hey now, come down
Your way to high
Don't have to eat
What others lie
When done is done
We'll say good-bye
You hide everything but scorn
And pride yourself on hate
You get sick with envy-lust
But know what lies in fate
And hate the day you slipped
When I became your mate
Hate rises off your skin
So that I may smell your stink
You choke down poison thoughts
And hope I die, you think
While you rip apart my being
I eat your vomit from the sink
I only aim to please
As you shit upon your luck
I know we'll never love
So I settled for a fuck
To hold is worth a million deaths
Held a million more
Beauty of the heaven sent
A pretty face that I adore
Your presence not would shred a soul
Your mute might slay this spirit
Addicted and dependent
An axious phrase, you'll never hear it
No poise upon an untamed thought
Vibrations that cause distress
Anger from a name called out
A healing sore that I'll caress
Minutes pass your image stays
Your tears I'll stop forever
Called upon the human touch
I'll stop this love not ever
Empty bottle thoughts
Dribble waxy smears
Accused of more than glitter
Star Spangled manly tears
Flower upon your person
Index full of loss
Recorded more than cultered
Brute Splash-on's favorite boss
Bacteria in the dream
Juinor rolled and sparked some paper
Naturally rugged tradition
Star's burst, depleted laser
Sliver capped and running
Streched and flexed so tight
Black and white not always screwed
Backward glanced it's rubber sight