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Dragonfly Diagnosis

I could see the mania
Blazing devil veins
And black feathered pupils
Watching as the embers died
Whilst faces without features
Struggled for release
In cancerous swearing
Begrudged against the smoke
As she sat
Digesting all the havoc
One could swear to God
That sinners sometimes pray
But scarecrows never talk
When ashes hold their breathe
Claiming schizophrenic names
You would too
When tar invades the psyche  
And the menthol strangles  
Like convicted perfume
 
I could see the mania
As the familiar fragrance
Of repugnant burnt out filter
Wafted through my senses
And our charcoal eyes met
Only to be shattered
When her knuckles bled with glass
I know her all to well
She will always sit
For it's her lacerated reflection
That is the pinnacle
The motivation  
Of choice few
Distinguished angels  
Earthly plummet
Into pathological anguish
Her smile is to contagious
Innocent in nature
Like sporadic dragonflys
With wings clamped by tweezers
Hovering in cowardice
Just above my lighter
 
 
Written by kourtnissixxx
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