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You hear me now My echo's lost its end. Start from the beginning please. Start where it is, my dreams, I sent.

This fading hairline and wrinkled forehead. Bagged eyes that rest and stare like the dead. Two marks under an eye that won't go away. Now a red band across the nose... bridged pain. Lips that are always peeling dead and bleeding, that can twist into the shape of a heart, with sharp teeth revealing. Thick neck and broad shoulders only upon a such a stout body. Diminutive chest leading to equally as small arms. Nothing grows. A stomach that's stiff but never shows it. Can't reduce only grow it. Hips angled wide with a tailbone mutated too high. Waistband that doesn't match my legs. Thighs that have been so thick to sit is to hope and pray. Kn

Let me pull you down to zero for a moment Where every drug they prescribe doesn't do a damn thing Except make you feel hallow and your dick don't work. As if an unsolved Rubik's cube lays in the mind Beneath a blanket of allm other things you have to do with your time And the lights are out, as you try to solve it. Each twist and turn is as if your whole head moves to trying to guess which side is red or blue and wondering why no matter what you do keeps getting you to similar place where you started... And the beat of your heart comes on to remind you that your time is limited. That every pump of your precious life is not to be wasted. You d

I pull the curtain back In hopes to find myself The one I see outlined The one that seems like me more But it brings me to another room With no occupant insight No one in that room But my wishes that hold me tight.

Unstable, in every sense of the word. Not only do I shift inside but send the tremors sailing outward. Some waves lift others up and others, bring'em down. Some fall, swallowed whole by the new gap'in abyss in the ground. Taking steps to make an earthquake can send shock waves through the mind. Hold your soul or watch it go. I'm movin' all the time.

I already sold my dinged up halo Used my wings to fuel a fire Gave my good graces to a poor man and told him to keep'em for awhile I sinned up a storm to rain down into the holy water Started a fire in the hearts of those Who needed something to light their way I blew the embers as they screamed Much to my delight Say a prayer now, if you will, as the Devil comes home tonight.

I'm finally reaching that moment that I should have known from the start. Love is a force that overcomes, and sometimes consumes. I can't stop the dreams, or the thoughts the memories the correlations or agony of not knowing or being with or breathing you in. "There are no coincidences in life", is what I always hear. Now the time for me to go forth. Face a little fear.

"Do you trust me", I said, With a needle and a thread. She nodded, "I trust you", And tilted back her head. I pushed the needle in, Through her heart Out the back And one more time, in her head. She took the needle, and said, "My turn. Do you trust me?" With her devlish grin. I smiled back, nodded yes, Told her to begin. Through her skill of craft, With graceful movement of her hands, She wove the needle through me So swiftly with command. Then she handed it back to me, "Let's do this again." We sat and stood, At times we kneeled on the floor. Look upon each other in adoration As we wove, more and more. Not just through the our bodies, But

As I peer through the looking glass, Which I incessantly do, Lands away and memories too. Pictures all around that I stare at As they do the same, But to see that smile form in person... It what's always in my brain. The songs that come to mind, and goofy faces too, Hiding deep conversations That always have me entertained. A smirk and look that could set fire in torrential rain. Many say that I look too often, And to think of what I dream. But I dream of her, feel called to her. Each and every day. I hope she knows it to, all the things I want to say. The feelings haunting now, And my body aches for her venom in my veins. The kind that alw