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He’s fine; I am hurt

Love, lust, lies and betrayal, I drink it down with a sip of wine,

Hide it all behind these white lies, with these white lines.

I am intoxicated and fabricated by the words you demonstrated when, you

did love me once, I do recall at least you loved me one time.

I remember all the detailed moments so, happy and so glimmer. Just a

powerful couple in love and so free. Now this princess is a mess, and she’s

dirtied her dress, and her heart is broken and bleeding. Someone bandage her up and

nurture and kiss her wounds. She’s bloodied and bruised. I knew you weren’t coming back. I wish this wasn’t the truth. I have to trust fate and trust God.

I forever hold the key and you are the door. I must close this chapter and move forward.

Goodbye, my long lost lover, I’ll always adore you, my love for you is forever.

Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I’ll be dancing upon the seams. Watching the waves, go by up the stream. Wishing life was full of more magic, more love, once love dies, it’s gone.
Tired of reliving each moment of you in my mind.

It’s like your encapsulated in my memory and engraved and I can’t you out. No matter how hard I try to cut and pull out the pieces. I wish we never fell in love or fell out of it.

Memories, fall down and shatter. I clean up the mess, and then, do it all over again. We could also, pretend that we are in love again. I know you never give me another chance.

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Obsessed

”Baby, I am obsessed with the drugs, I am obsessed with the pain and pleasure, put me to the test, I am gonna ace every obstacle and gonna face the rest. Just like the zombie apocalypse.

I am stronger then, people perceive me to be, the eyes are the kingdom to the soul, flesh is the liar, and the personality is the key to the soul.

What most people don’t understand is that pain makes you grow stronger like a lion or a tiger out in the wild and that’s starving for their hunger trying to hunt it’s predator.”

 

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Broken Wings Of A Butterfly

Feeling depleted, defeated, drained, unentertained, the days go by, time is slowly ticking in it’s madness. I seems, I am chasing rabbit trails through my dreams. Go Ask Alice where my mind left? I can’t seem to find traces or fragments of my mind.

Puzzle pieces left behind, I am trying to find myself, the inner child that has been left and forgotten. I am lost, and running through the forest trying to find my way. Stuck through a foggy and light headed haze.

Loneliness, and depression is just a temptation to get away to one more escape and numbness. I don’t have to feel the hurt or the pain. I wanna feel a sense of normalcy. I cannot when, I am a in addicts nightmare. I struggle to get to a reality of my own understanding. There is no understanding when, your between a nightmare and reality.

I shake myself to understand if I am going insane or just completely gone mad and won’t ever find sanity ever again. Sanity is my full time job. I don’t need a reminder.

Let me introduce,  my hell, my cocoon, my cave, where I buried myself so deep. 

Will I ever get out and free myself from this entrapment? I am just a butterfly with broken wings? I ask, the savior and messiah. Will I ever fly again?

I look to the moon and stars for healing, I am kneeling before the cross and God, I am lost, I follow no man, just the nature and his land.

So messiah, set me free, heal my broken wings and set me free.

 

 

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Black Lace

Black lace, leather skirt, fishnets, high heels, red lipstick, green eyes, long dark hair.

She’s exotic, neurotic, crazy and psychotic. The men love it and they see what’s she’s got. No one else has it, all across the vast land in discovery the lost boys search for their new found lovers. Can’t find, what’s hidden underneath the covers.

Secrets, loose lips, sinking ships, betrayal, lies and disgust. Can’t attract a single man with cash in his hand. Their all built of clay or ash.

You see this goddess is built of gold. She’s etched and sculpted like a shiny, treasure hard to find. What comes to mind? When, you find a goddess that can wipe the stain, or rut and rust off and give you a new shine.

She’ll be your new fix, your new medicine, she’s everything, she’s real, a original, a warm heart, a beautiful brain, peculiar unique personality, attractive smile.

So many men, play childish boy like games, and smother her to shame, and don’t give her enough fame, some men have left, some have stayed, been forgotten, and betrayed.

She’s bit the bullet, she’s been broken in so many ways. How can you fix a broken girl? When your broken yourself? Or do you just walk away?

A broken warrior but, a true goddess, seeking her god. A true soldier seeking her soldier.

Not giving up on her journey, the journey is only getting longer and older.

Where did all the good men go? They have gone to far away lands, as this goddess

sits and awaits in her dry desert storm land.

So, turn on the lights, and burn through the icy cold darkness.

I don’t wanna ever meet another broken soul of a man.

This goddess is too beautiful, too much for sick twisted desired and thirsted men such as thee.

So go forth and leave, I don’t deal with peasants, hoodlims, scum or rats.

I’ll leave the broken men, to rest at their messes.

I am done fixing broken men. Your no god, your no man.

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Demon Boy

Demon Boy,

Demon boy,

Filled with a darkness, leaving chills down your back is like a devils spine you wanna take advantage of little girls and make them your sinful slick deviant.

Trapping out of mom’s house. Never owned your own car or house. Typical junkie fuck boy who likes to steal little innocent girls joy. Do you find peace in her pain?

How insane are you underneath your silence? Fuck you! Fuck your demonizing flames energetically trying to burn me!

I will walk through your flames, and feel the fire, I am not afraid, I look death in the face, so, you can walk on by, and I vanish you from my life and energy space.

Your a bastard son, your a lie!

I don’t look evil in the eye, I send it off and build myself a new white light disguise.

I am filled with love, passion, fire, desire, creativity, imagination, your built from dirt and I desecrate you.