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I've spent hours waiting by the phone with no calls no
Bad design for me, formidable friend but now I wonder
Pages formed from themselves;
unbound books shoved shamelessly into shelves
I inebriated sit as shapes and shadows
shift past my vision.
a nonverbal conversation came to mind
where all we did was stare not at each other but at others
It was a nonverbal agreement, a bind
I'm a harbinger of something unnatural
The weight of it is crushing my head
I writhed and writhed until I procured these feelings
Those prescribed feelings self scripted scripted scripted
It's a perpetual state of privation
Where all my heels do is dig crevices
in the floor It's more than a self-imposed ritual
I've been working in my head out a proposal
I think it's time to take a gander
Steady as the broach on your lapel
The weight of it's crushing my head
I've felt weightless
Now I'm lead
Allowing the dread to wash my senses
Am I losing my mind?
I'm not practical as I am pithy
You're an aphorism opposed to apathy
dread
ennui
Dead
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2. |
Bruise Willing
04:50
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I got those curtains from a boy who now hates my guts because he saw me holding hands with the other ghouls.
Four weeks ago was when I retrieved the curtains from the beast who hates my guts since the time that it saw me holding seances with other ghouls unfortunately I broke all the rules
And I then moan
I've been weary of visiting since you ran toward me with scissors yelling, "cut it out!" Honestly I don't know what that was all about.
Remember when we went to the cemetery with hopes of making out and I discovered what those crimson curtains were all about?
I was hoping it was a rumor used as ruse. But I saw just how those pigments were used to downplay the swollen bruise.
I, I, I just wanted to mourn alongside you. But I, I have learned since that this would never do.
I I don't think I recite these dirges without crying, but you can tell Harry otherwise. I don't think the black lodge is yet open with its beings that I despise, but you can tell everyone otherwise.
This poison isn't potent enough to drown out all the sighs. His act of retribution won't make me demure won't make me bury the lie.
I just don't think you know everything that you're getting yourself into. There are things about me you'll never want to know.
I, I, I just wanted to mourn alongside you. But I, I have learned since that this would never do.
I, I, I just wanted to mourn alongside you. But I, I have learned since that this would never do.
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Six Witches
04:58
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Flames brushing my face
In a crowd whose eyes were transfixed, gazing at us
The stakes had gone beyond high
They rose suddenly out of the ground before us
Now we're stealing an embrace in the embers
Impetuousness or tenacity
In hindsight was pure sympathy
The grand scheme whose future was obscured
Made more sense when it was passing fancy
Don't take me there
I'm not sure if I trust you
Don't take me there
I'm not sure you know just what you're doing
Leave me alone
I know where you sharpen your knives
I held the brambles in my palms
My fists they bled in distrust
Don't take me there
I'm not sure if I trust you
Don't take me there
I'm not sure you know just what you're doing
Leave me alone
I know where you sharpen your knives
Oasis falling to dystopia
I'm stillborn, embracing you
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Draw A Door
02:58
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I find myself swirling in the same swill and I feel it getting old gone I'm gone I'm gone
In the present I've been presented with this nerve-wracking sense of calm but
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I think it's better to be cloistered than commonplace
An absurd sense of humor is all it takes
It's not a theory I willingly follow
Ultimately it's an emptiness that befalls into this hollow
Hateful graceless place
By custom the sequence is repeated with remorse
All my confidence drained at once from my corpse
Keep yourself at an overprecautious distance
So as to save yourself from garmonbozia
I'm stalking across unfamiliar ground at all times
With a rabid animal gnawing at me from the inside
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Everything feels weird except you against me
Lying next to you just dying for you
Watching from a distance it's you
Anxiety has taken the upper hand
I don't call the shots but you don't understand
My mind is an automated bivalve
Encased in black gauze
It's boiled braised and bygone
Inopportune time to close the casket
When the mourners have trailed in from their pews
Their expressions come sporadic spurting from
places with no rhyme
[Places darkened by dirt, maudlin memories
dulled away by time]
And I pray
I'm waking up to see you dead before me
They ID'd me at the foot of the bed, ah
Expressionless carcass, face embellished in crimson red
I know you're responsible but I'll take all the blame
The thoughtlessness pursuing us like a
midlife waif on her last wing
It flutters and aches at the window but we can't come
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Inn Sickness
04:11
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You wouldn't know it to look at me
But I lay in loathing for hours
late at night when you're probably asleep
in a fetal position next to a stranger who you think completes you.
I, alone with my mentation, writhe in agony
at a loss for words for feelings far from fathoming.
Last night in bed, and I hated myself then too,
my entire body jerked before I fell asleep
Agitated, no desire to go anywhere, I lay there seething in self pity
I know if you knew you wouldn't care. I lay there knowing you wouldn't care.
I must have gotten it all wrong so I said sorry and you said, "good." The detachment was prevalent.
This existence of ours is tension splitting at the seams;
insomniacs tore at the stitches at night to get it right.
They were there all night. Just trying to get it right.
I know stewing like this makes me sick
Incapacitation inhibits my ability to get past the want for blame; it was you. It was you. It was you, it was you.
In my false comfort I lay
Negating the reality
The facade will one day disintegrate
For now I cater to the clorox nightmare.
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6 [ The Song]
03:32
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I summon violet skies with my evil eyes
Keeping them steady on the prize
Unrevised sympathy bastardized
By those rewarding lies
You are the one I sought to hypnotize
I couldn't help it if I tried
I harbor the little hate
The one you've taken as your date
Unresponsive and sans spine
I'll try hard to make you mine
I couldn't help it if I tried
Unreleased and unexplained
Tell me I'm the greatest pain
Unrevised and bastardized
By my own rewarding lies
Unrestricted and sans spine
I won't win can't make you mine
I couldn't help it if I tried
I couldn't help it if I tried
I couldn't help it if I tried
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