tulips4urgrave

at the bottom of the ocean he/she

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bury your ecstasy

blood and quill to carve your dreams into me, fresh scars on ravenous lips, and the quiet tearing of stitches in your skin

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blazing opalite

iridescent shimmers of eyelids and scarlet-dusted skin must've meant absolutely nothing at all. you always come close, but you never come easy. i know it best: you have a habit of enduring the gagging hand. is it because you are the most violent of reds?

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post-bloom

sweetheart don't wait for the wilting of my petals; i only pray you kiss your palms before you choke me

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the blood will change you

sometimes i get a feeling that these hands stain

the more i let my tongue loose.

and to curse the forefront of my mind -

a diligent pursuit of the second crusade,

form and structure demolished on the battleground.

i feel in my peripheral: 

bodies, bodies, bodies.

for i live upon the rack,

yet my limbs stay intact.

now the cataracts are forming,

and you tell yourself it’s the purity -

a hypocritical self-defeat.

so what else to do, but to blame it on the life breathers?

selfish for molding a thinking being,

only to curse it for its autonomy.

one day they’ll come around,

but some still await the plastering of the cracks:

acid rain still bitter on the opened flesh.

so they stay vulnerable,

crimson and pink -

emblems of the unceasing war.

a raven might at the very least take a glance,

and at most shred that poor soul into nothing but a mere bone.

still a “fool” but you only wanted to feed from the hand that bites,

the only desire was to make peace, 

but humanity has never allied with a fanged serpent.

put me in the dungeon;

leave the remains for the snake,

and maybe they’ll macerate what’s left,

or for a change mourn the reflection.

but then would they look over their shoulders,

and realise the elevator that brought them up too took them down?

and so fate took its chances,

and drew the flame to the moth.

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a fervent dancer is but a jester in the void of mockery

a futile attempt at friendship

effort is left for the weak

toothpicks propped in your joints

and stick a shard of glass in your feet

ice taped to your soles

you know you cant help

crumbling conundrum

in a fit of flaming hell

so bleed it out for the crowd is watching

helplessly hurling down and choking 

your guts are but a fabled tale 

of efforts that came to no avail

so you tried to meet icarus

with a solar eclipse on your shoulders

oh its carnivorous

the way fate had honed it

against you

as the gun points to the mirror

saran wrap your brain again

so the depravity won’t hurt

so your efforts aren't in vain

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