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This is a declaration
I plan to do you some harm
Beware of the man with green eyes
Somebody raise the alarm
If only it were that simple
Into the shadows I will go
Hearts pound at such a rapid rate
Pulsating veins will explode
This a declaration
A statement of my intent
I have done some very bad things
Watch closer as I repent
Such a facile notion
That I can commit any sin
And beg for absolution
Before I begin again
This is a declaration
I am addicted to death
Fascinated by the feeling
Of taking your last breath
Such a beautiful moment
Your gaze seals an eternal bond
Envious of where you're going
As you rise to the great beyond
I plan to do you some harm
Beware of the man with green eyes
Somebody raise the alarm
If only it were that simple
Into the shadows I will go
Hearts pound at such a rapid rate
Pulsating veins will explode
This a declaration
A statement of my intent
I have done some very bad things
Watch closer as I repent
Such a facile notion
That I can commit any sin
And beg for absolution
Before I begin again
This is a declaration
I am addicted to death
Fascinated by the feeling
Of taking your last breath
Such a beautiful moment
Your gaze seals an eternal bond
Envious of where you're going
As you rise to the great beyond
Literature
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedy
I am shedding my skin
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
anatomy.
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Literature
Bone child,
this December's winter
has your ribs cocooned with
mine. & this wander(lust) heart
will sustain warmth for the both of us.
Literature
Actuality
when I was young, I wanted
to be a punk rocker
metal holes lining my body like
trophies of war, hair teased
and bleached and styled for hours
on end until it looked effortless,
inked up with words and symbols
I swore were profound with
a cigarette hanging lazily
from my fingers, lonely
for a reason
(and he told me, sweetie,
you are like a fucking eclipse,
the bloody dawn
God plagued us with
I always wondered
if mistakes understood
the reason they
came to be in this world
I guess not).
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He may have done some very bad things, but this is an extremely good poem--twisted and beautiful.