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All these demons circle like vultures

It's the feeling I am dreading,

Tasting copper and despair on your lips,

So cold, but it's burning down around me.

I'll bring you my thorns laced with

my black and blue soul,

And brand new polished bones

Along scars and distant echoes,

Because I've been dying to refuse

All your pleas when you beg for the truth.

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Love, I've been fucking drowning,

In liquor and cheap dreams,

Been wadin', waiting for you to say

That you could've loved me if I tried to change

Into somebody else,

Or quit the bullshit I've been doing every day.

Smoking my way into an early grave

Tasting death on the tip of my tongue

A familiar taste,

Grovelling because I can't explain

How my mind has changed from morning to sunset;

Been callin' for a fortnight again,

Yet you never answer anyway,

I've turned my loneliness into sadness

Waking up to an empty bed,

No more lipstick or coffee stains

Heaven knows, I'd rewind to the day we met.

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I took a handful of pills to forget the happiest day of my life;

I'm defective, because even good things get me down,

Too much feeling, I can't process what I've been doing -

for the last ten years of my life,

One morning I woke up and couldn't stop ruminating on the dark parts,

Then the demons told me I'll stay this way

Drowning in self-pity, self-deprecation, the salt got stuck in my wounds,

And the chemicals make me normal for a while.

I don't want to know what would happen if they stopped working

Would it be as bad as it once was?

I ought to be bothered but the loneliness and that these patterns are familiar ground.

I've never quite reached the part where hope was written on my cards

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So saccharine, it's getting bittersweet!

I'm inside my head, I'm conjuring alternate realities

So I won't be this lonely ever again,

So I won't miss what I can never have,

So I won't linger on the sidelines -

People watching, self-doubting, constantly stalling...

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The Watcher

Like sulfur in the air, choking with every inhale,

I can feel the pressure building up inside my broken glass home;

Bury it with roses, drown it in the Lethe

The peace of mind I've been seeking.

Maybe I don't need it when I dream of us

And these ghosts start to atone for what I've done

As I watch from drifting shores

Capsizing before I try to let go.

Press the blade into my palm, the threads of red paint my demise,

I can taste the bitterness dripping off my tongue,

As I lay in sin with my love, tainted by the end of it

Eternal rage in dying things.

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I'm paranoid that I'm falling for a ghost,

I felt the taste of acid rain on my tongue;

But I've learned to love it like it's ours

And now I want to go where the spirit meets bones.

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Constantly drowning in my blood and guts,

I've seen the patterns rearrange into

Something I can't recognise beyond

Those fumes that are getting into my eyes,

To where I've been left to die,

Inside discordant sounds and tar pit suns

Like a fickle shadow against dark soil

I'm nothing more than invisible at most.

I'm always in love with the afterthought

Of what I missed, flashing before I could

Say hello or follow through, these ghosts,

That I follow are covered in a red glow.

I long for what hasn't happened at all,

The in-betweens and sirens howling

In the city streets that I used to roam;

It's too much that I imagine your friends

Telling me I'm wrong, a bad decision at most,

A sad kid who doesn't know what they want

But I know I'm not just lost in the storm

That safehouse is near, and I won't let go.

I've been told I'll never be enough to be saved

If I don't repent and have fear of God instead.

I've been told I'll be choking on boiling blood, then get buried in the sand.

I've been told I'll be my mother's shame,

Unless I hide behind corners and lie about my love instead.

I've been told I'll be my father's regret,

Unless I change who I am before I even dare to awake.

Some days, I let myself be foolish

Just enough to imagine who you might be

To me, to us, inside a story in the works

Of a book I've yet to read.

Some days, I let my mind wander,

More than it should be allowed,

And it feels like love does taste

Of blueberry pancakes and hope.

Some days, I let myself picture it clearly,

Like a Technicolor movie on repeat,

Then I see the end credits bleed

Only to wake up from an implanted memory.

Consume. (#5 Beyond The Neon Lights - an anthology)

Get down, stand up, fuck it up!

Consume fifteen-second clips and drink watered-down whiskey.

Light up, come down, make it up!

Don't forget to post what you did, because it didn't happen then.

All your best friends are drama queens and little snowflakes,

You want to be consoled, validated, and digitally appreciated for being here,

Your biggest fear is only the blue screen of death,

You can't be waiting for tomorrow to plug in again,

You can't read between the lines or feel anything real,

You can't dream in verses or breathe in oxygen.

Misery cabaret and whiskey blues are all I ever need,

When my heart once again stutters for hopeless things,

When the curtains drop, the lights burn and bleed

Across the stage, to wash away my tears.

Trying to replace what was never meant for me,

I'm surrounded by everything at once when I dream of a first-row seat

To witness acts and scenes of what might have been

Instead of misplaced pieces and rugged seams.

Teeth Grinder (#4 Beyond The Neon Lights - an anthology)

I woke up inside a nightmare,

I'm grinding my teeth, I bite through my lips

Until black blood paints my skin.

Now I see drugged-up pigs that try to fly,

Maggots on corpses that were so alive

Is it mine or yours? I can't recognise anyone!

In between lines, I see a thread of red

Between mountains of glass covered in shards.

I woke up inside a dream,

I'm grinding my teeth, I suffocate in the sheets

Until I reach paradise lost of all I used to be.

Heaven Is A Lie (#3 Beyond The Neon Lights - an anthology)

Stained, strained, and scorched

By the heat of a thousand suns

I revolve them, never around your warmth

That I might have sought through these years, I have lost for love.

I was once a believer in a higher force,

Magnetised, undignified, full of hope,

Yet I've been left crawling in the dirt,

And twisting my words, while I yearn

For another safehouse inside the storm.

I longed to be reborn, I was wrong,

Then I've ended up where it all begun.

Lust 'N' Disgust (#2 Beyond The Neon Lights - an anthology)

I'm plugged in, Mother Machine,

Snap me back into a synaptic dream,

Take over me, like only you can

Undeniably, I am part of the code

Let me cry in digital dreams

I'm plugged in, Mother Machine,

When can you meet me again?

I've tried my best to be on my own

But nothing feels as good as pretending

I'm not made of flesh and bone.

I'm plugged in, Mother Machine,

Create a new way for me to be more than I am,

With pleasure in the catacombs and then taint

Me with visions of tomorrow's ghosts then

Never let me wake up alone.

Death In Red (#1 Beyond The Neon Lights - an anthology)

It's good mourning where I'm from,

Chasing shadows in the dark

From behind mirrors, caged in walls

At the precipice of pain.

It's been good enough to hope,

Like an eulogy for the imposter that I am,

But now it bleeds, and it won't stop;

I guess this is what I get

When I wish for a death in red.

The Wires

These wires are wrapped up tightly

Around my hands and around my legs.

Sometimes they slip and pull me further

When they slip around my head

These wires lead me closer

To the edge of what I hate,

Then they guide me somewhere darker

And most days, I wish I had never left.

These wires used to be mine

But now I'm just a puppet on strings,

Making do with broken pieces

Pushing through what I can't bear.

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