The pictures beside me offer me no memory
And the noises your room makes
Doesn't bring me clarity
Do you shudder when you know I'm watching?
Popping your tires in the desert
Do you shiver when a million hands touch you in your sleep?
Putting out the fire in your igloo
I've built a memorial for you
With your name on it
And a hole leading six inches inside the ground
A casket waits for you at the bottom
All you need is my push
And aren't those the longest nights?
When you know I'm waiting right outside your door
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I've built a statue of you
Made it out of the blood and gore of your lovers
But it doesn't bring me satisfaction
The real thing is waiting to dig her own grave
Because those are the longest nights
When I know you're not alone
Those are my longest nights
When I've be left on my own
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The days I fall asleep
But the nights you can't blink a single eye lash until I'm gone
Because you know I'm everywhere
The unease pricking your hair
When you have nothing to wear
Your left alone and vulnerable
Those are your longest nights
When you know you are a slave to possession
Realizing you are weak
Vulnerable beneath me
Each night is longer because I make you wait in anticipation
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Trying to keep your head up
Focusing your eyes on the door
But your mind goes hazy and you don't hear the gunshots anymore
The only thing I don't know is if you felt it enter your head
Your face is half drowned in blood while I eat off the rest
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You were subject to my control
Suffered through my reality because everything else is surrealism
Didn't know possessive personalities killed
Did you finally learn a lesson?
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Your alive on the operation table
But look at who's your doctor
Burning away your facial expression
Forging memories in a picture drawn in your blood
Each drop was collected from your longest nights
Each drop was collected from my longest nights
You couldn't stay awake
I snapped when you fell asleep
Because each night only got longer
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Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems
PoetryThe fourth book of poems in a continuous mini series. Each book contains exactly 54 poems, and I update the most recent one regularly. After I have finished one book with exactly 54 poems, I move on to the next book. Some books contain themes, excep...