DeTrious

I am entangled and twisted,
untwisting thoughts of misty love bots
that play the beautiful play
of words, rhythm and rhyme.
Time is ticking, my mind is mixing
method with error, spawning
spontaneous dreams of terror.
It seems I’ve dreamt a dream
of lovesick angels flying high,
drinking overflowing spirits
filled with truth and lies.
They break the ties that bind
what connection lies inside,
A wish that dangles within angels
when all who love have died.
I wish unto addicts
the curse of wooden veins,
so not to escape the pains
that reality deals today.
All changes stay the same
in a world of repeating days.
What difference can I make
when I live in darkened ways?
The eyes may glaze over the haze
of lives that leave and come,
but all I have are darkened ways
until my days are done.

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Rainy days and dripping eyes,
the sky reflects what lies inside.
Melting, dipping, slipping away,
curious why you hurt yourself this way.
Confused, conformed, expect the expected,
you really believe you’re so protected.
A pathological liar, deceptions perfected,
your words are acidic, your blood is infected.
With all the broken glass, you’re bound to slip,
falling face first in your own pile of shit.
You can’t see the truth, it’s too far away,
just living a pathetic life day after day.

You think you’re in control,
all the while being controlled.
Wake up

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My heart weeps little red tears at the sight
of your worthless attempt, fighting the good fight.
I’m not worth saving because I was never yours.
I’m drifting away gently to uncharted shores.
Salty little samples of unhealthy emotions
left on pillows for each of my notions.
You think you’re losing me, but I was never yours.
I’m simply an idea that your weakness adores.
We’re both stepping forward, yet so far apart,
with a path of red tears leading back to my heart.

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Suicide kings and one-eyed jacks
playing at the turn of opportunity.
Inconsistent clouds of disregard
followed by a fools parade.
An easy task to read ones fortune,
your everyday is the same.
The path you walk is covered
with your self-centered lies.
The smile you wear is crooked
and tilts with every grin.
No faith remains that you may change
with each passing day.
Your life is so predictable
with each step toward the grave.

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With an abundance of ways to die, I’m searching for a way to live.

Demons shedding the tears of angels, running a muck the status quo. As a creature of change and an advocate of pain, I see no reason to sit still for you.

Please don’t underestimate me. Don’t pretend I’m something that fits nicely into your life. Your image of a lover is a blood-sucking sobriquet for the service droid you long to enslave.

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I am bleeding, my thoughts are fleeting
out from in the pouring rain.
My blood can stain every window pane
within the highest house of blame.
My deepest cuts remain silent but
loudly they weep.
Your soul is asleep.

Now awaken, your mind has taken
such great strides in a circular ride.
So concerned with your complexion,
impression,
intention.
You’ve missed the point, you lost the connection.
Find your mouth and we’ll talk.
Find your keys and we’ll drive.
Find your soul and for once
you may find you’re alive.

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