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"Nectar"
There's a message
in the bottle
one hand on the throttle
i dont know what it reads
but these words are wasted
these words are tainted
to me now.
Candlelight burns
deadly shadows,
in the light
my heart screams
tied to deathly gallows
your gaze
defined by inpure refection
broken souls
offer no resprite
from this fall
my desire burns like napalm
this nectar causes only harm.
See my fears drown in my tears
replaced by the oblivian
of promises tipped from this
whisky glass
your gaze obsured by the shattred vase
broken into shards on the floor
the caligriphy of wounds
form merciful patterns
penatrating the souls of my feet
i bleed a trail of blood
and kisses into the comfort
of this nector i seek
only then will i feel safe.
Her smell hangs in the air
like rotting perfume
sick to my stumuch,
in to my lungs
i breath it in,
porcelene in touch
like the errie apperition
of her ghost passing through me
i miss you
but you have been
replaced my sweet
replaced by this alixer
it tastes good
and doesnot answer back
i am a cat in a sack
drowned by the riptides
of my perment sorrow.
Street lights shine bright like
the whites of her eyes
blinding and binding me
in chains of confusion
come witness my souls corrosion
...But what goes in
is not what comes out!!
in the bottle
one hand on the throttle
i dont know what it reads
but these words are wasted
these words are tainted
to me now.
Candlelight burns
deadly shadows,
in the light
my heart screams
tied to deathly gallows
your gaze
defined by inpure refection
broken souls
offer no resprite
from this fall
my desire burns like napalm
this nectar causes only harm.
See my fears drown in my tears
replaced by the oblivian
of promises tipped from this
whisky glass
your gaze obsured by the shattred vase
broken into shards on the floor
the caligriphy of wounds
form merciful patterns
penatrating the souls of my feet
i bleed a trail of blood
and kisses into the comfort
of this nector i seek
only then will i feel safe.
Her smell hangs in the air
like rotting perfume
sick to my stumuch,
in to my lungs
i breath it in,
porcelene in touch
like the errie apperition
of her ghost passing through me
i miss you
but you have been
replaced my sweet
replaced by this alixer
it tastes good
and doesnot answer back
i am a cat in a sack
drowned by the riptides
of my perment sorrow.
Street lights shine bright like
the whites of her eyes
blinding and binding me
in chains of confusion
come witness my souls corrosion
...But what goes in
is not what comes out!!
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