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What would you do
If I left the after party
at the graveyard-tech
to posess you with
A crushed candy-cane glow
Gum stuck to you?
I'd stop it all if you'd just let me know
That you're soul isn't just a jar
Full of Sylvia Plath-wrappers
You rummage through
Everytime you're scared you'll lose
A piece of yourself.
Darling I could take you,
If I only knew which death is true.
Would you call a priest,
When you find out there is no release
From my claws that snatch onto you
By your
Eyes,
Your heart,
Your mind?
This party is too damn loud
and I'm bummed and bruised
burned down from the last lifetime
But all I want is you.

Force me to hack
open the spikes over
An attempt hiding away
your sweetness, afraid of being devoured
By me peeling
Away from what's kind.
C'mon
We'll pack this picnic
almost falling into space,
Pineapples and clementines.
We're seedless liars,
Shared together in a basket-case.
I find it unfair,
You could just rip me open
In a blade of a fingernail.
Stick your tongue in,
And leave me aside with
My wasted feelings rotting vacant,
with the loneliness of the night.
Consoled by the streetlights
when your back is turned away,
But I like to be if the optimist
While you beg her to stay.
But we're so similar,
Like pineapples and clementines.

Snuffed on the dresser,
were candle flowers piss-picked
By skeleton-hands.
My god,
I got the grim reaper staring up my skirt.
Eating me outback
Inside of the hearse,
My time has come to
The end of the very end of us.
Could we have just alittle longer?
Laying in back of the car,
As you tell me your secrets
Unheard by my last breath.
As death paniked pink,
but we all forget what happens.
Always snubbed out and cold,
While you're left to stare-up in the dark.

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normskers
23:23 Jun 13 2019

this one is quite thought provoking

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