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But baby, what a body can do
Is all imagination, and free will-
I'm lost between the two.
If you could've traced these words back,
So you could say you knew,
Tell me, what is it you'd prove?
We're telephone poles,
Taller between the nights
We stay wired.
Heard of the electrical fires you've been starting,
But couldn't concern myself with
Doubting your downfalls.
She came down the 'case, brought him too.
Nothing was wrong, for a good bit.
But that was the wrong side of the blade
Dragging across, all smooth
Stainless.
Take an ax to the head,
Your body's gonna look like
It went through the motherfucking
Shredder.
I snapped, and watched it unfold,
As our hands ran lines of dried blood love.
Afterlife like a trip,
Dip you in plastic tubs,
Where the souls could sink to this basement
And deteriorate skin cells.
No shower could wash us clean,
Could start us over
Before we shook like an earthquake
By the wristbones.
Can I trust you?
I don't think I want to know
Looking back,
I knew I should've quit you,
The violence was a love too strong,
That not even I could kill it.
I'm probably going to prison
I'm probably going to prison
What the fuck did we do?
What a secret I could keep,
What a darkness I've seen.
Watch this city's substance hook em in young.
Run,
Leave the tissue on the ax
As if this murder's crying
On its own grave.
Out the backdoor,
But not quick enough
After the team.
You get used to the way it all spins
Before the crash.
I'm down.
- (m.m)
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Self Deception
PoetryPoetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I...
