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Is it love or is it lust?

I question this really hard and deep. Inside there are parts broken, parts that still hurt and ache internally from previous encounters and long lost lovers. Lovers who left, some of stayed, some are friends, some of have betrayed me and nearly left my heart on the concrete floor to be stepped on again and again.

Now I dig myself up from the trenches and give myself the love that I been searching for forever. If only all the bitterness, hate and jealousy every partner had ever brought to me could be erased in a instant.

Instead, I digress, I sew my heart back together. I pick up the pieces that were broken glue them back together. I wash myself off the dirt. I cleanse my energy continually, I know I can’t stand too close to the next toxic contaminated being. We are poison for each other, we have to make a choice on what poison we want in our veins.

Because, we are no cure in the flesh and love is the most powerful drug in the world. Hate is the power that will try and rule against it. Love drives all darkness and hate out. Belief must come within and peace is to be achieved not received. Underneath, all the layers of the worlds madness is true beauty. You just have to find it for yourself. Stop circling in the madness and open your eyes to the universes creation. True healing can come from nature, reading a book, talking to a friend or dating and falling in love with the right person.

Repeat After me:

I am safe,

I am protected.

I am loved.

I am beautiful.

I am healthy.

Clear your mind; see the visions.

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Lonely

Just one wish!

Just one wish!

I am lonely.

Get me out of this trap!

Get me out of this lonely world!

Get me out of this lonely world!

Get me out of this lonely land!

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”I can still feel you on my finger tips,

Wine flavored lip gloss. Loose lips, Sink Ships. He’s got the claws like a the jaws of a beasts. He opens my mind like he’s cutting me open like, I am a glass jar. Thickening my insides. Just like the blanket, he wraps me up. So tightly I can’t get out. I am suffocating in his world.

Pink pads for all the pink little lace dresses. For all the pink rabbit masks. Baby I ask, ”Am I your secret obsession?” Am your secret lesson?” ”Just some girl you used up to dry your wet ones with so, you can toss up and buy more with.” ”To use your lustful tokens galore with.” ”So, you can say I broke up with her, ”she was too much,” I found some other whore.” She was less,” ”Let me say a DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. LESS OF A BROKEN SLITHERED SLUTTY MESS.” ”This new little will do.” ”Onto the next high heel toe.” Onto ”the next girl to lick my new steel toe shoe boots.” She won’t cry and scream like Corvina did.”

“Bear looks at his new little and laughs! and, said “You see this ribbon here!” ”I burn ribbons like hers when, ”they act up and I send little girls like her off in boxes with the word in it called, ”worthless’!’ ”obsession”!” Don’t be worthless!” I will do the same to you.” ”He looks at his new little ties a purple ribbon around her blonde hair and burns Corvina’s pink ribbon and laughs.”

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Temptation

Just one more glass with ice full of dark whiskey sliding across the wooden
table. Don’t watch what I do. Watch what I say. Marking all up her arms. Bruises all over her legs.

Just another hit off the glass pipe spinning around casting spells with it’s white ghost.

The media tells us do it so. So we do what we do. Only used to numbing myself. So you can’t save me. I let the drink and ice save me. Living in a city so
crowded, full of clowns, thieves, hookers and green leaves loaded in the peace pipe. You know we got it. So thank god for the cure.

What’s the use in abstinence. Just one more dance with the devil. Is this my last wish?
Riding the wings into the deep pestilence of darkness.
We ride into the darkness, marching leaving us starved with the devils last wish.
There is no saving her.
Bruises all over,
chalked up the pavement with my steps.
Where I breathe in ciggerates and exhale the excess smoke.
In the dark, is where I learn the most.
To learn how to survive and and the easiest way to cope.
The devils last wish, my lips kiss the pipe full of dope.
Ashes full down into the tray.

Welcome to the world of temptation. Congratulations your bad habits
are welcome here. Leave fear and guilt at the door.

Once, you leave you’ll be left with your demons.
Be careful the devils last wish maybe, you staying forever
giving into all your bad habits loosing your soul and never leaving.

Ask yourself what really matters? Life, death, bad habits or temptation?