What is your next thought going to be?
Clear your mind, oh please.
A heart calls for a buoy
In every beat.
Your eyes form images that deceive you-
Every frame, every still, picture-perfect.
Throw them out, they are no use
A white cane would tell more truth.
Your precious blood is filled with specks of diamond
They file away at your soul. They scrape your heart
A disease, it eats you clean from the inside.
A bag of blood, they only want the stones.
The train just left your station-
There is no escape from rain-clouds now.
Your opiates begin to poison your waters sweet
Turmoil, crashing waves from tranquility
You must drink it all
It will flood your mind,
Take over your senses.
Soon, you will become nothing.
Do not fall victim to cloud and shade
No matter how pink the skies may be.
Do not succumb to the flower's temptation
They will hug you tight in bed and kill.
Murder
10 years ago
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