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Sixfold

Something tells me
there's 6 parts of me
yet to be seen
by eyes untold
from red to green

vicious is one
like red hot heat
like spice but not
like a cry but brought
a savory hell unto me
that created fury
to cut deep in me

sad is one
who knows all i know
who told me before
i can relate to again
it knows my pain
i sympathy it
we feel depressing and cut out the night

unmerciful is one
who dictates and forces
who does not forgive
and is fabricated from hate
you can kill, but you can't kill him
tattoo'd sin, forgetting the past
and undoit your last

revolution is one
where i stand upon dirt grass
and light a fire
that killed the killer
for you have the humor
the blood isn't all but soaked on you
'cause the killer is always, too

nuisance is one
green like sickness; rather stupidity
an idiot still knows some of what others don't
and i cant i cant and its anxiety
i fail, i do not try again
it is not negotiable
i can't and that's called a sickness

silence is last
peace and calm and neutral and unpretty
and reality
and i have a hatred over it
it kills me and calms me; both

kill for the rude awakening and expectation
calm for a grasp on a final solid ground

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Written by Eljay
Published | Edited 22nd Feb 2016
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