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WHEN SKYLOR STARTS TO FADE
2 dimensional heart,
strung up with insecurity.
Immaturity.
Onyx stone in the beak of a crow.
Chatter from freezing animals,
chained to winter ground-
forgotten.
Pin stuck plastic dolly.
Eyes gouged out 25 years ago.
Padlocked inside doors,
and T.V. lit rooms buzzing demonic...
Desperate housewives,
desperate houseflies.
"LIVE-LAUGH-LOVE" collecting dust,
and smoke stain-
Crooked on the wall.
Take those fucking whimpers,
and feed them to your pillow.
Do not let an ounce of that hurt
leak out a drafty window.
Do not let a glimpse of your shame
slip under the door.
Keep that prevalence suffocating in those
ashtray rooms.
The scent of lipstick and dirty clothes.
Bank statements in overflowing trash cans.
Burn holes on paper butterflies.
That is what was left trapped,
when I closed the door behind me.
Defeated by the unreachable...
When Skylor starts to fade.
strung up with insecurity.
Immaturity.
Onyx stone in the beak of a crow.
Chatter from freezing animals,
chained to winter ground-
forgotten.
Pin stuck plastic dolly.
Eyes gouged out 25 years ago.
Padlocked inside doors,
and T.V. lit rooms buzzing demonic...
Desperate housewives,
desperate houseflies.
"LIVE-LAUGH-LOVE" collecting dust,
and smoke stain-
Crooked on the wall.
Take those fucking whimpers,
and feed them to your pillow.
Do not let an ounce of that hurt
leak out a drafty window.
Do not let a glimpse of your shame
slip under the door.
Keep that prevalence suffocating in those
ashtray rooms.
The scent of lipstick and dirty clothes.
Bank statements in overflowing trash cans.
Burn holes on paper butterflies.
That is what was left trapped,
when I closed the door behind me.
Defeated by the unreachable...
When Skylor starts to fade.
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