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The first time I exposed myself I felt like I was dying. But then my edges all got dulled by and you. and its as if it were true. A lot can tell but so can I. You should see how the pain came for me In leaps and bounds and heaps and hulls. The walls were climbing themselves. My wish. Unveiled. Unparalleled. Ok, now so I know to go on from here to wherever. Its recovery by five steps of demons

I remember Ritalin and all the days
Oh boy, before it came to stay
All the kids in study hall
Shooting up or jerking off in to their new jeans
And Demerol would dance in their dreams

Now I live inside a room
In a house inside of you

Oh, my father
It gives me great pleasure
To say I am the pride of the empire

Yet it does not quell
The hell of not knowing my homeland
As a member of the senate, I'm not sure you'd understand

We were simply written into the script
As characters decidedly inciting some rift.
Protagonizing and agonizing.
Fictious sightseeeing, so frightening
What I might mean.

I want beauty to believe
And I can be a better sight to see.

Relentless.
Relentless.
Pushing in the face of haste.

Relentless.
Relentless.
A carrot dictating your fate.

Stepping out on every limb
Just to have it break again

Was it the weight you had gained
From the beast of the burden you ate?
Say something more

Or maybe your nerves saw how high

Temper cold. Temper swells. Temper breathes. Temper says all I want. Outsource the innocence. Make the day disappear. Caught up in the fake focus of the day. We're so excited we're as bright as the barricades. Day-glow emotions suppressed so we can suffocate. This is the sound of a fit or compulsion. And this gets taken in. Never coming out again. We took to waiting and we made it a game. For every creek we had a person and a name. Bitter ellipsis in search of a sentence. We act...as if...laughing in the distance. Everybody wants a cursor to burden. Everybody a patient escape. Everybody wants and hour clock to bury. Everybody wants candles on open water. Up from the temples came the boiling of blood then rushed down through to fingertips and anything touched by us. One could claim it was a state of emergency. I categorically abhor the reports, alleging every mention that we make is of more. In as much time as it takes to make more we have had less.

He was text and traffic
Aiding abetting the 'bouts I'd turned into doubts
I could've taken him out or waited it out

It's all the same to me
I could've called his bluff or fucked him up
It's all the same to me

Dark control and vague suspicion only feeds the ghost. Let's be great and act like no one. It will be as if... I pull you in close and then I push you away. The air is ripe for breathing. In and out. I breathe in sequence. If the guillotine is sleeping then the peasants can play. Overdose and then I push you away. Lover, I never ever wanted to fight. I'm too into your essence. The smell and touch. The languid air. Everyone gather or scatter to find. Some odd sense of something, some piece of mind. I temper, I tantrum. I rummage the drawers. What the hell am I looking for? A safe clean place. A list of words that has
no taste. Patients emits a formidable force. I succumb when I'm under your spell or...I can't even tell anymore.

More water
So the blood will not boil
setting course for
The crooked straights
Make me smile

The destination
is never where

Is it consensus when the memory is everywhere? Is it ubiquitous to even try? I hold a trophy but I know it isn't made of gold, but I never wanted much in the first place This is a race. I smell a victory. I see the girls waiting there for me. This is a race. I'll die attempting. I want the world to bask in my glory. I guess I never ever mentioned that I'm seeing things. A mea culpa predecessor made up. To whom it may concern I'm burning every memory. So good luck. This is a dance, so may I take your hand? I wanna spin you into a crescent moon. Hands over shoulders, the etiquette of 20 men. We danced all night and then. Running as the underdog, coming on up. I think I'm going to win but I really can't say. I don't wanna stand there with egg on my face. I must admit I think I'm growing quite addicted to the fact that this is just a march in place. A convalescence, everybody get your leisure on. I guess the cliff is when the lemming gets wise. This is a page, craving a story. Tiis is a day that slept through the night.
I wanna say I fought for my glory, but I know I won't live through the fight.

I get gone in a very strange way. In a very strange mood I change my tune. In the very same way that I got gone I get get get what's coming to me. I don't tempt fait nor do I take for granted what I've been given. Lest I get arithmetic lessons straight from the heavens; "One plus one. An eye for an eye". What becomes when the well runs dry? I'm insatiable. Open my mouth, open my mouth. I'm insatiable. I shake my senses into a quiver. I'm a comatose. A no-show. A thrill-seeker, and I get so gone, and I'm spending like a blank check. I french kiss my excess. I'm hate-fucking everything I see until I feel more alive. Run from cover of the wanting and the haunting, desire calling. Once again I get to where I'm gone and I believe the evil deceit will break into refrain, "We'll be back again, I know it".

Operator under pressure from the maker
To take apart the tempered moments of decision
Now operator is calm but not very collected
And impromptu disproving feeds operator's doubts

This is where, this is where I can see
I can see everything, everything

Daringly we bring it to a boil
Bearing all the flesh before we court
Your skin is on fire
My mouth is wide open

Intuition imperfected
In decisions discerning you
What do I do? What do I do?

I know a place. A labyrinth was its name. It came as it went. Leaving markings on your chest and bite marks on your thighs, piss dripping from your head, tears in your eyes and you loved it. Lacking all restraint, I overstep my reach in the matters of your heart. Blood dripping from my teeth. I wanna kiss you, correct you, but you believe in a dirty word. How dare you. I miss you. But lips are not the tips of our tongues. Marred and maligned, may a border or the order of lives, stack back to back and clean in the teeth...don't you ever take a break to think about me? I miss you. I forget you. But we embrace and taste and then
I chase you. Don't you want me like I want you. Don't you?

I wanna offer help. I wanna helping hand. I wanna hand to hold. I wanna hold my own. I wanna own it all. It's all I ever want. And want becomes my need. I need to overcome. I've come along a trail. I'm trailing far behind. Behind a door can lie. I'm lying on my side. I'm siding with the one whom I know will win, because winning's everything. Losing momentum I...attempt to fortify. Attempt to reinforce. Am I just closing doors? Am I a field of force that some must reckon with? May they be spirited far away. The middle age is now. Imagine everything. Imagine all of it. Absurd and intricate. Will it just suffocate or will it drown? But you can give it life. You can make it breathe. You can play God. You can be the one to make it have sound. The middle age is now.

Heaven had this place arranged like it was some asylum
But without us there was no sound
no matter to maneuver so
someone say divide us like a semicolon moment
fostered on forever and forgiven by the pious
I'm watching every clock I've got admonishing barometers
quell the hells wich minutes I had hidden in the closet
Let me out and give me this one wish for all the losses

Sanctify, Sanctify.
Wash the evil from my eyes.
Make it so I don't see no
Evil visions from below.

Preacher man, Preacher man.
Preacher do what Preacher can.
Preacher got good book in hand.

I gave it a heave and I gave it a ho.
I wanted to breathe, but the beast said no.
I wanted to leave, I just wanted to go.
I gave it a heave, but the beast said no.

I said I would cease and desist,
But I found that I could not resist, no!

You talk like blood
Drained from what's good
Thick yet so sweet
To the taste we will drink

Warm when inside
Numb when we're warm
Stage left is fear

Take your beautiful body
And sell it on the streets
Not for money but time
Not yours or mine

But the stranger with the wandering eyes
Yeah the stranger with the wandering eyes
It's the beauty of life and now it's canned out and priced

Through my disdain
and endless bravado
I've published such lust
It's thought of as curious
Now I imply dead space we can't trust.
So what? So we say so. Yes, but

Who's the gospel and who is the plain truth?

These are the days of immortal horizons
Building a home in a place soon to be your fate.
So dapper and daft, what a passionate madhouse.
But did you take note how there's not even one empty?

So curiously to me.
No one ever speaks.