

DeceptionMy heart; a house; a traitors home -Deception
I did not let him in. Yet in he stormed, No leave took I, I'd no remorse to give. I'd lived alone until that point, though never would again. He'd take and give with no amends, and that seemed as it should.
Oh, sickly! I had so admired -
what he saw was often his. I thought not once of fear, that is 'till all he saw was me. He took me in the field, of course That could not be enough. Tied below, This not-my-house, I saw it before he.
Every day he takes my face and wears it as his own. Shackled to


Blue and Red I wish I could write, but - the grass is green; children grow; everything comes to an end. I wish I could work, but- the grass is bleached; the children stunted; ends ending into new beginnings. And the children laugh at another joke - it's the hunger for certain. And recycled power brings new hope- it's only tained by despairation. I can work if I have to, breaking down walls and minds; building chains and dreams;Blue and Red
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a lapse in JudgementSolemn nights bring me here, this place of intoxication and redemption. Cruel lighting hides your face But it never would diminish your smile.a lapse in Judgement
I know this scene all too well -
the one where you laugh as I drop the plates. They are destroyed, and it all ends. You still can’t see it, though – you never could.
Maybe, if you would have changed; if you could have changed - or I perhaps, to that end; a different end could have been, as it should. But the plates fell, and then I knew.
For once, you did as well.


Dirty FingersDirty FingersDirty Fingers
We're doing backstrokes in a pool of doubts And the eye holes of my mask are starting to melt You're carving me up and you're chewing me out Not all of the dishes are dirty
Your lips sink past the flesh of my jaws But your tongue's swallowed whole The hole I've been digging is as deep As the marks I've left on your heart
I'm the murky water in the darkest loch And the keys you've ripped from my spine Aren't really mine But you'll have to try every one on the chain eventually
We're doing backstrokes in a pool of sweat A


Blood OakBlood OakBlood Oak
I come a bouquet Will you cut off the stem? Pull the leaves apart? Blow the petals away?
Spreading the branches across your face Love, there's no time to waste My roots are getting withered Though there's no drought in sight All my teeth are growing pointy And I shy away from the light
All my bark is cracking Like a smile I'd like to fuck All your scars are receeding And my wrists are getting tough The sickly sweet scent of death
(are you ready?)


Made For YouMade For YouMade For You
The mattress creaks The ceilings leak The walls bleed chocolate The doorknob squeaks How am I supposed to know Which way the wind blows (when you're shielding me?)
And I know You're meant for me To swallow We were meant to be So hollow You were made for me To love, and thus destroy
This romantic This psychotic Idea turning in the gears It was so plastic Before you came along (and started loving me)
And I know I was meant for you And your downfall We were meant to be
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