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  • Dec 7, 2013

    legion in the garden of eden

    trying to impress
    but i stay, no longer regress
    lie in excess of the past
    no longer guess
    no longer suppress
    no longer stress
    i just confess
    i know i possess
    caress the deepest
    this, be my secret
    make me sleepless
    make me your thesis
    just give me reason
    let me know your weakness
    want me, feel me
    let’s make this decent
    i’ll be your demon
    you can be the deacon
    we’ll ask for freedom
    live in season
    in the garden of eden
    and have a legion

  • Dec 6, 2013

    change in wardrobe

    sitting in white
    let in the light
    what a fine night
    this is a first
    kissed your lips
    it was a start
    used to tricks
    and trips
    but not this
    guess it’s nice
    to roll the dice
    and find something wise

  • Dec 6, 2013

    said it in vain

    you no longer bring me to my knees
    you no longer infuse a freeze
    you no longer feed my pain
    you no longer remember my name
    you no longer light the flame in this game
    this i proclaim
    this you said, in vain
    it was a day
    i promise
    but that was so common
    never so honest
    essentially a novice
    i’m just modest
    but sometimes, i guess
    it’s good to be forgotten

  • Dec 5, 2013

    lost through the door

    i open the front door
    was the day i hit the floor
    just another one of my stunts
    felt the brunt
    a hunt for a deep cut
    i’ll never confront
    i love a front
    but am i having fun?
    i’ve got the gun, taste of blood
    i’d put my hair in a bun, i’d shun
    ‘cause love
    it’s tough and i’ve had enough
    now i’m on the run
    but from what?

  • Dec 5, 2013

    sitting for something new

    sitting on a stool
    i’ll play it cool
    slyer than a fool
    just trying to retool
    find something new
    not something i knew
    aspects of a jewel
    feeling the fuel
    there aren’t rules
    no spool
    you have no clue
    i’ll teach you
    we’ll play night school
    take two, all for you
    swoon my doll
    i’ll show you the moon
    the way you’re supposed to move
    your mood, the tune
    essentially doom

  • Dec 4, 2013

    protecting you from the loss

    can i have it, your innocence, can i have it
    it’s nothing, i just like the ignorance
    losing it, i love the imminence
    feeling so elegant, with no prevalence
    the wickedness, it loses it’s lust
    the vividness, the rush, it’s no longer lush
    to feel young, the genesis… it’s endless
    no need to mention the collection
    i’ll teach you a lesson, but no questions
    after my confession, leave the obsession
    no need to cause depression
    when all i’m giving is protection
    a slight redemption, so can i have it?

  • Dec 4, 2013

    an anonymous mind

    your mind was so beautiful
    i couldn’t break it, i couldn’t find it
    was designed to hide and honey, i tried, i tried
    sat in your pride and tried to find anything and everything
    i confide in your ecstasy, screaming blasphemy
    an anomaly, this was reality, looking back, so at capacity
    i knew your anatomy but nothing within, a vanity
    you had the audacity as i lied without sanity, no morality
    this analogy, you knew brutality, your mind, it lived unhappily
    at least that was my philosophy
    because who comes and just leaves as they please
    with someone dying, what’s so underneath?
    the casualty, it occurred naturally, i say sarcastically
    wish i had the mentality to understand substantially
    i guess all good things end in tragedy

  • Dec 3, 2013

    eating with insincere

    will never know
    ‘cause it wasn’t genuine
    we’re both looking for
    but whose to say you’re not looking
    for something more than what i am
    why are we rushing
    why are we hunting
    we’re not blushing
    we’re just jumping, looking
    thrusting, touching
    all for nothing
    are you looking for money
    something’s humming
    something’s coming
    this needs to be crushing, the dumping
    there was nothing loving
    this isn’t lovely, it’s just muddy
    i need a journey
    something blurry, essentially jerky
    someone who can hold me at mercy
    someone quirky
    not someone who’s horny
    i need stormy
    something warm

  • Dec 3, 2013

    two months

    3am knew 7am so well
    trapped in a cell
    fell down the well
    this is how i fell

    i look upon the story
    it was a day i fell so sorry
    left at bay, but no plans were made
    so i sit in self-pity wondering
    was this ever something, really?

    the story was so true
    ‘cause you showed out of the blue
    but then you left, that was blue, too
    and it wasn’t so soon
    you began to become all i knew

    there’s all these theories
    they lie in my head
    just like i lie in bed
    i become rather weary
    everything is airy
    nothing seems clear

    i have certain fears
    but you certainly stayed clear
    and i’m not even sure
    of all i did wrong
    i kind of thought we belonged
    maybe it was all the coincidences
    but i knew the instant

    i’m not even sure if you listened
    or if it came out twisted
    but i do know i’m missing
    and i thank you for existing

    i hope you had a great thanksgiving

  • Dec 2, 2013

    power of deceit

    looks like god
    laughs like satan
    looks are fraud
    my baby doll
    this is the fall
    the love of it all
    this is why i laugh
    ain’t so bad
    smell the gas
    listen to the man
    smoke the crack
    this is my craft
    take a step back
    step off the grass
    life is mad
    don’t look so sad
    it ain’t that bad

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