Tag Archives: delusion

only if there’s a last supper after my “last supper…”

if i let my tongue burn, sometimes i think i would die. sometimes i think i would die if i let you fall under my breath where i hide my bread crumbs. it’s because they didn’t teach me misery right. … Continue reading

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Sight

(Song written in India 2013) I sing to you stuck in a dream Of light, love and perceiving Perceiving my guilt and sorrow blues To be because of your inching clues I miss you more than lifetimes past Now I … Continue reading

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Drowned a Fool

Drowned a fool, thoughts mirrored lines Conflicted vision from a fragrant mind Fragmented, conformed, degraded soul A puzzle, a dream, a life to unfold The answers were there Made sense at the time Made easy rhythms That caught on a … Continue reading

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Image of the Ill

(In psychosis, USA) To fully look at something is such a terrible disease It keeps your truth from spilling out so purposely Theres nothing wrong with peaking every once in a while But its better to experience, life like a … Continue reading

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India I

I cant think properly here Im hearing and hearing this weary unclear Im missing my souls deep obsession Its 180 around this gravitation He had dark eyes that empty with recognition Of a love and truth ambition His head was … Continue reading

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He Knows

Trickled a fool, hidden under wool. The sheep, the poor shy sheep. The poor shy girl that cant have a man so quick witted, One step ahead of her, Pulling on her little heart. He knows its not stone, he … Continue reading

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Tools and Candle Tricks

Your just another tool in the drawer, Nothing for me to drool for. Nothing for me to bother or chase, Thats up to you, I’ll spite in your face. Your just another monkey, playing your business I’ll use you as … Continue reading

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The Tide

My swirl of wind grasps his waves in storm, He’s pulling me under and I’m losing control. I thought I was stronger than to do this again. Now he knows so much, too much for me to fend On my … Continue reading

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Clock

Click, tick, tick, tick, Sounds of the the clock, Their beginning to sound more like pounds of my heart. Swiftly swaying in lifes sweet obsessions. Its no wonder why I use this as protection. Letting it out and letting it … Continue reading

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Trapped

Trapped in this hell soul, Blinded with fears. Pull on my hoodie, Cover my tears. Marked by the wind, Gravity takes over. Wishing and wishing Someone will love her. Trapped in this memory, Knowing none of lives past. Knowing too … Continue reading

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