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It hurts me to know this is coming again. Falling hard, it hurts to fly once more. It hurts me to say I’m happy again. Signs point in every direction except the way I feel is right, so despite what they say, I continue to walk to you. You Kiss With Your Eyez Open. Three years I have been waiting, waiting for something just like you. “Return to me marlamine…” is something I may have whispered in my dreams on the strangers to the night. Did you hear me calling? If I spoke with the black birds tongue, would you turn and smile? Why am I so happy when I’m causing so much pain? Truly evil? Does it matter? If you feel the same then nothing matters but that. If I were a vampire, you would be my victim, but would you be my blood? If I were the antichrist would you be my hell? All so fast, the phantom has been caught for the last time. Are you real, or just a faze? If this is only what time will pass, what is True? In the darkness I see your smile and with the sound of wings I fade.
This one is by Alex for me. I love him
My life is a B-side. I am the record that should have been played but was thrown away for a crappy greatest hits collection and called a “new track” ten years old. Don’t you know me? I am the possessed middle-class white boy with an angel in my left eye and a demon in the right. Don’t you wish you knew me? You never will. Now I am just a scratch in the B-side. I’ll make my record sound better. Remix me. Love me. This record deteriorates. I am the sister you should have had instead of a brother. Open up and swallow this. Swallow the anguish and accept that I am your brother and I love you. Play my record any time Anna. Love Alex
Again by Alex, for me. Again I love him
'Meat Cleaver.'
Then the portal. Did it really explode? My lips of porcelain with no legs closed. My tight dream weaver drowned in ivory, holding a meat cleaver, “Don’t look at me.” Could it be sweet? Sweeter than spring. Cuts on my feet to let them sleep in. Then the portal. My porcelain explodes, my lips brittle, legs tightly closed. My loose dream weaver, Drowned with a meat cleaver “don’t look at me, I’m a slow bleeder.”
This one is by Alex for me. I love him
My life is a B-side. I am the record that should have been played but was thrown away for a crappy greatest hits collection and called a “new track” ten years old. Don’t you know me? I am the possessed middle-class white boy with an angel in my left eye and a demon in the right. Don’t you wish you knew me? You never will. Now I am just a scratch in the B-side. I’ll make my record sound better. Remix me. Love me. This record deteriorates. I am the sister you should have had instead of a brother. Open up and swallow this. Swallow the anguish and accept that I am your brother and I love you. Play my record any time Anna. Love Alex
Again by Alex, for me. Again I love him
'Meat Cleaver.'
Then the portal. Did it really explode? My lips of porcelain with no legs closed. My tight dream weaver drowned in ivory, holding a meat cleaver, “Don’t look at me.” Could it be sweet? Sweeter than spring. Cuts on my feet to let them sleep in. Then the portal. My porcelain explodes, my lips brittle, legs tightly closed. My loose dream weaver, Drowned with a meat cleaver “don’t look at me, I’m a slow bleeder.”