I know thats a pisser baby.

Streams of light
piercing your skin
my brain is
disconnected.
A hammer
a nail
into my head
bleeding from the core.
This wall
Our wall
Your wall.
So thin
the truth echoes
somewhere between
you and space.
My bed is cold
your thoughts are warm
my hands are dying
your voice is worn.
wrap me
in your pretty wings
oh dearest angel
you are my reward
for our suffer.
A mind is caught
somewhere between
past and present
future is a weary myth.
cynical and practical
i don't want to answer the phone.
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Ghost passing us
by on the empty streets
of our hearts.
I am a rambling fool.
Silly, sick and sedated.
This is the remainer
of the dominator
after we have divided
one into two.
Two into three
and subtracted everyone
but myself.
slip me your love drug
the one that spins me
in circles and never
lets me crash.
carry my heart
as heavy as the sun
as hot as winter
as cold as summer
as beautiful as the leaves
when they fall from
their only owners.
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stairway made of glass
stepping carefully
trying not to make a noise
as the coward
runs away with our gold.
Lurking, stirring in the
halls of clumbsiness
The walls are caving
in.
Petals of perfection
wilt away before our eyes.
stairway made of glass
broken and shattered.
glass that sounds so beautiful
as it breaks
moment by moment
word by word
thought after thought
repeating the circumstances
over and over and over.
shattered.
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I am the masochist
who you elect
to play the fool.
time and time again
i rehearse these lines
and you always tell me
I forgot a word.
Your guilt
over rides your smile
you are consumed
with regret
mass consumption
for the lost and confused.
I am the masochist
who you always want
to play your fool.
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Your pointless voice
I am sorry
we are not what
we used to be.
Your pointless
empathy.
Where was it
while you were
killing me?
You ride
your guilt
until the wheels are
bald and the body
is rusty.
I am not your mobile
device.
I am not your anything.