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Blood Letter
02:06
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No second chance
Forgive to forget
I sure as fuck won't
I hope you never find love,
you miscreant fuck
Evil took you
It follows
There is no sadness or tragedy that is too great for you
Not just a taste of your own medicine
But the entire fucking bottle
I will tamp you down
Into fallow soil
So that something beautiful may grow
Right in your place
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Last Mechanical Art
02:02
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Palms your mother used to kiss
while tucked in, tight
They're callused and worn now
A smooth stone skipped 'cross a placid creek
like a thought that touched your mind, but never ever nestled in
Angel’s light fell on you
and pinned you down
A weight you shook off
like waking from winter
in equinox's relief
I’ll wring my hands to the bone
I’ll grab another beer
Just leave the bottles piling up
Don’t try to live my life
I never asked for half that much
You asked me to stay up
so I let that oil burn
but now there’s nothing left but the shadow you left hanging on my wall
And though you’ve since forgot
It’s still with you now
like a sour memory
You just can’t put your finger on it
or place it at a point in time
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3. |
Sun Stealer
01:23
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Hatch snapped shut on
tangled years of ailing
Alloyed mouths
Just post a cheque for redress
Seal this curse
with a lymph node kiss
from wormwood lips
Thanks for leaving the cellar light lit
drawn to it like a moth
Nicked my wrist that night
yet I’m grateful
For iron chrysalises that
quieted the waxwing’s song
The pride of the north
Bitterness on the tongue
I felt you change and I regret every choice we made
We grew together
towards forever
but now separated by spark
A knot pulled apart
and now we’re just a pile
of loose ends
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4. |
Diamondback
02:18
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Preoccupied,
To keep my mind from colliding with oncoming traffic.
No guarantee for safety,
Just a fashioned seatbelt.
I’m stuck between lucidity and paralysis.
Staring at cracked ceilings waiting to fall
Thoughts racing
Body immobile.
Will we wake from this Faustian nightmare?
Or are we destined to sleep?
Eternally enslaved,
By this desolate timeline.
Desire, for the Endlings rest
Time capsules rusted unopened.
Falling, for eternity, until the night sky
Once filled with stars.
Is pitch black they all burned away
There is no night
Only dust which remains
As their cores, they all burned away.
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Rayleigh Edmonton, Alberta
Emotive hardcore from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, Earth, Milky Way, Universe.
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