Depleted dim, the heat is setting
Stepping through emeralds, cracked eye glance
An entranced glacier snapped and dripping
Rusted cogs and unturnt yearning
Decay, violet smudged eyelids
Shutting doors to thought
That felt to waver in just like the fog and the frost
The world feels like a marble spinning round the drain
A positive-positive flame, pushing it away
They say days change but in unseen ways
Since my throat is still prickled by your name
Celtic, ancient, spellbound, broken trinket shine dulled necklace
Chipped china, scarred and scared, flawed but faultless all the same
Shameful, half full and aged, weary tones flank from both sides of face, caressed cellulite, harmless all the same
Stranger, lover, forgotton fable, distorted moral ripples in a window pane
When a dying neuron etched in your unchanged face
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Passionless passing me by
To greener pastures and bluer tides
Nerve snapping icy metal clamp
Holding rustling rusty nostalgic day dream
Romance sepia tone entrancing
Waltz of lens flare on a melting spire
Thin wire like smile looking swollen or magnified
Through flaking life filled glass
Reeling from itself, an acidic fear
Fed back hum slowly dying
The shadow in a rising sun
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Could I be tempted by a drowning echo
To dip a toe into a world of struck out lines?
To curl around a fractured breath
Words that stung within a summer haze, another life
(Tempted by the faintest voice, to a world that passed me by, a summer haze, another life, another time to kiss your thighs)
Helplessly seventeen
Try to play it cool in a fucked up scene
But in all the rage within a pinhole range
Was the truth that it had fucked up me
(Helplessly, trying to play it cool against a fucked up scene, but in all the rage within this pinhole range was the truth it had fucked up me)
Could I be tempted by a callous call out
To break down and bare it all to see?
I sung songs when windows were rolled up
And hummed when eyes may have fixed on me
(Tempted by a dare, to bare it all to see, but I only sung with windows rolled up and hushed when eyes were fixed on me)
Helplessly seventeen
With a cracked mirror that seemed to be
Propped up by a world that’s haunted
By someone else’s fucked up scheme
(Helplessly held up a cracked mirror that was pristine when seen, by those that propped up a world and haunted it with their schemes)
Pillows of smoke billow through this place
To hide the ghosts that trace my steps
That turn to jagged Picasso portraits
And try to caress my unwashed face
Just a vapor
Long lost lust
Scraped up trust, sieved and cut
What I mean is far from what I bring
It’s just another fucked up dream
(Brackets indicate attempts at rephrasing)
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