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In the darkness, I can see a light
though I'm not supposed to look
Pale white it shines at a distance
at thought of it, I'm shook

Full moon; I cannot help it
the draw of you like a flame
A moth am I, all fired up
I try thinking of my name

Your story has me mesmerized
the pain you've had to take
I want to hold and comfort you
But, too soon your last mistake

Warm night, steam from ice.
Hold me down, beneath your body.
Mama's baby drenched in sin,
while you call for me again.

As my lips scrape against your chest,
a single tear falls, grazing my breast.
Knowing it will never be more than this.
Survival of the fittest.

In striving to be different
We are all the same
For the very thing we want
Is to make a name

Too many times we wish for
Things we cannot obtain
Oh, how much I want to
Show just what I've gained

I'm not the same, I assure you
I have my dreams, you see
Yes, that's only thing so different
Between you and little old me

Misty morning fog.
Damp air against my skin.
Fallen branches across the exit.
Have I missed the message again?

Mercyful Fate plays in the background,
as I look at the dirt below.
I come so often but do you hear me?
Father I didn't know.

Do you listen as I cry?
Wanting nothing more than to die.
Begging to take this internal pain away.
I have no desire to stay.

Familiar footsteps racing down the stairs.
Crawling inside myself as Satan himself appears.
Hoping he won't notice while stalking through the room.
Flashbacks hit like lightening strikes; tired old fears.

Twist the words falling from my lips.
Breathing the same air has become a capitol offense.
Try not to stare, even into space.
How he hates the look of my face!

Wiffle balls all blue, orange and
red ride bicycles on children with
blue striped skin tipping flipping juggling by
green square trash cans sinking on piles of
grassy playgrounds dying with
broken branches falling under
false illumination drifting touching slapping
electric fences like two prisons standing.
Wishing well water on hands
skillfully bounce balls while
tossing bodies bestow the
graceful expression of tearing
young crippled trees between here and
there without shade.

Poison ivy wrapped around pillars of white.
To look finds beauty, to touch finds hate.
Redrum, redrum; droplets on the floor.
Ivory skin stained with red; slumped against the door.

Who is she? Unfamiliar.
Is someone missing her? Looking for her?
Is she someone's daughter, mother, lover?
Or just another cover?

Her head left upon a stick, matted tresses dangling.
Loose lips get stitches, to silence wagging tongues.
Prying eyes that cover lies, blinded by the knife.
A tragic end to a meaningless life.

3 a.m. actually, it's 3:39
I'm awake and I wonder why?
I'm searching for a reason
so tired, I want to cry

A special number, is it?
I think it may portend
a time, a date, whatever
I have questions without end

I wonder if I've missed
something putting this to rest
I feel I am forgetting
although I've done my best

Why should these numbers
mean so much to me?
Are they magical, these digits
Like nine, is made by threes.

ism is not a prism
nor is it a prison
it's not established
until before it's finished

if all I knew were isms
I would more than likely
be solely alone and unlikely
like if I was into Marxism

which I am not however
so I say to those whomever
pull up your trousers and be aware
it's coming from over there

the diabolical aneurism
antidisestablishmentarianism