i have lost my muse
to opium dens and crack houses
she is lost to me
spinning through a viral epidemic
and I am left blank

Sparked recollection in the night
fallen to her father's might
she cries alone to seek her end
darkened shadows her only friend

when she cries she cries alone
sleeping silent trailer home
and they tried
when she falls she falls alone
dying under an unknown
happiness is an empty word

Sacrimonia 
tell her life is grand
Sacrimonia
help her take a stand
Sacrimonia
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Bring back this darkened love oh sinner sweet
and give to me thy bit of skin and heart
so I may know thy bone from hair and meat
no, no end to love at all but a start.

shroud me in cloth divine and robes of gold
and show me the end of the world in tow
with angels and Morning Stars that grow cold
the distance from your sun too great to know

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what am I if not your need.
if not the thing you crave
I shall answer
I am nothing
hear me from my shore to yours
this bridge is burned. 
                             defeat comes slowly

but the lies therein rival 
   even the best of intentions.

I will drown you in my apathy

and mine is the cross of deception.

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stupid holiday
and you smile in that way
with chocolate hearts
and candy coated roses
as if that would ease the sting.

you give some augury
a gift you say
of things to come
and I know nothing will ripen
no fruits bared on rotting
hellacious tree carcasses

empty bottle
green eyes staring
and I've yet to see the faery
the one promised by myth and legend
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Love hallowed the pages of this book
I turn each page trying to find some remnant
traces of you within the words
and each time I am left blank
cold as the winter's soul 
It's a closed chapter in the sonnets I write.

but I want to drink you down
like Hamlet led ophelia to insanity
get thee to a nunnery, nun
whole new meaning to some pious term
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 it's the moment when  you realize you did everything you fucking could....and it still wasn't good enough

Karma
Strike it at random
feelers, skiiers
hanging out with the man from downtown
selling it off for every nickel and dime

what price
what price
screw your greenbacks I want shells
bring me back to the divine
divinity never existed
neither did I I guess

get it off.
shake it if you have to
I want to loose my fears
and scream until 
our fucking ears bleed
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 I always found it funny how we're drawn to things so ...grandiose. Like, needing big cars and houses, and cities and everything moving all the damned time. I prefer the quiet hours of morning,  alone, nice cup of coffee and the sunrise yanno?  Simplicity.  Then again, I also feel the tug of the skyline everytime I drive down my block and see it ( Read more... )