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It's small here
and the nights seem darker than others
unnaturally so  
it compliments the frosted fangs gnawing unceremoniously from the weather lately  
it's never a white winter down south
but the atmosphere is numb all the same
like brittle fiberglass whiplashed across ones face
an uncomfortable yet soothing sear that dares mock both color and a yearing of arsenic
it's not quite as thorough though  
or pretty poetic potent permanent  
but it looms possessively in the mind similarly
 
the air is thick with soliloquy here
a depraved individual sorrow seeded by a masochistic god
even when the sun is streaming life around our coffin cladded vines
we all share the same tear dipped fingertips
dantily smeared across alabaster eyelids and twitched lips
so much yesterday swallowed by today  
too much bile clogged in the back of our throats to supply oxygen  
whether it be clean or toxic
not much is spoken when your vocal chords are deaf
and we weren't ready to say goodbye
 
I'm still not ready
 
my thoughts are haunted like wilted flowers decorated as homemade potpourri here
I don't remember how to pray or paint in the same way I never forgot how to drink
have you ever seen someone die in your periphery when you refused to look at them?
I kissed a dead man and died in my grandmothers living room for the second time  
sweet serenity be my light  
watch me drift into your silhouette and crawl desperately into the shadows  
I didn't scream  
won't scream
but don't you fucking touch me
don't you fucking take my anger away to be replaced with an angels apathy  
 
I'm choking on tedium laced intolerance here
there's hidden poetry in the silence
tiny sober grammar asshole  
waiting for me to murder the sun in time to stalk his character and pen his tired body with understanding
oh great fucking pagan whore mother
my religion was snuffed next to liar candles
as above so below
as below so above
I hear the soul of a cancer bitten infancy  
keep him comfortable so comfortable fucking comfortable tell yourself he's comfortable comfortable comfortable comfortable mildewed and comfortable
 
 
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