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Title: Sometimes you have to gamble just to live
Place your hand upon the pane. Cool. Almost cold. Now, feel your hand. Warm. Almost burning. Almost. Question posed: What's colder? Your body - or your soul? I'll place my chips on the latter. Jackpot. I just cashed in on your apathy. Oh! You pushed too HARD. Shards of mistakes jut from your hands. Its funny how our actions can pierce out bodies but not our consciences. That, that burned out a loonnng time ago. You are left with nothing. Can't buy feelings on credit. I could loan you some of mine - I have too many. But, I require interest and demand what no one can give. Sign the dotted line ----. So quickly to close our eyes and be blind.
Title: The War of then and Now
As time passed the taste becomes more familiar. Your kiss still lingers on my lips and I swear that if I turned my head you'd place yours upon mine. Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart grow larger. You're my other half. I'm at the edge and you're always right. I'm so preoccupied with making unprotected left turns to get back to you. There's a great distance - a gap. Between my logic, and reality. You're not real. But, who's to say I am. My blood is red outside. The question is it red - inside? Always a race. The blade versus Time. Always a battle - the right thing against who we really are. Do the right thing - doesn't mean be yourself. Do the right thing. Echo. This is the right thing, I think. And that, that is where we totter between logic - and reality - of what we think and what we are.
Title: Sterilization of feeling
Hospitals. Trying to fix you. Really just medication our emotions. "It's better to END than mend." Agreed. Materialism. We're all just window shopping for virtue. Give to charity what you've become to good for, and act like you've sprouted wings to fly high above us all. Hospitals. That's where they send you when your wings won't work. They'll tell you - it'll all be over soon; this won't hurt a bit. Convulsions. Contorted. You struggle to break the chains. Crushing. Suffocating. Wings. Silence. Over now, no
pain. - Fly.
Title: Sometimes you have to gamble just to live
Place your hand upon the pane. Cool. Almost cold. Now, feel your hand. Warm. Almost burning. Almost. Question posed: What's colder? Your body - or your soul? I'll place my chips on the latter. Jackpot. I just cashed in on your apathy. Oh! You pushed too HARD. Shards of mistakes jut from your hands. Its funny how our actions can pierce out bodies but not our consciences. That, that burned out a loonnng time ago. You are left with nothing. Can't buy feelings on credit. I could loan you some of mine - I have too many. But, I require interest and demand what no one can give. Sign the dotted line ----. So quickly to close our eyes and be blind.
Title: The War of then and Now
As time passed the taste becomes more familiar. Your kiss still lingers on my lips and I swear that if I turned my head you'd place yours upon mine. Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart grow larger. You're my other half. I'm at the edge and you're always right. I'm so preoccupied with making unprotected left turns to get back to you. There's a great distance - a gap. Between my logic, and reality. You're not real. But, who's to say I am. My blood is red outside. The question is it red - inside? Always a race. The blade versus Time. Always a battle - the right thing against who we really are. Do the right thing - doesn't mean be yourself. Do the right thing. Echo. This is the right thing, I think. And that, that is where we totter between logic - and reality - of what we think and what we are.
Title: Sterilization of feeling
Hospitals. Trying to fix you. Really just medication our emotions. "It's better to END than mend." Agreed. Materialism. We're all just window shopping for virtue. Give to charity what you've become to good for, and act like you've sprouted wings to fly high above us all. Hospitals. That's where they send you when your wings won't work. They'll tell you - it'll all be over soon; this won't hurt a bit. Convulsions. Contorted. You struggle to break the chains. Crushing. Suffocating. Wings. Silence. Over now, no
pain. - Fly.