just waiting for the in between to pass
In between the between the sheets
and stolen solemn swears.
This is the last straw
Flushed skin from the passion rubbing again
Oh how I forgot how to be alive
The gentle reminder of my mortality
coming from the invisible bruises you don't know you've caressed.
7 minutes to my front door
and I've never wanted to leave like this before
I hang myself at half mast these days
so you can meet me halfway
Just meet me halfway
where we can pretend to rest in peace
In peace. Peace. Pieces.
a thousand different images
a thousand words to void the image.
I've painted a thousand pictures
I've recited a thousand scriptures.
a blind thought
a blind eye
an eye for an eye
but I, so close, I, damn close
I hang myself at half mast
to change masks
to mask the masses from the blindfolded followers
If a picture is worth a thousand words
what's an x-ray
that shows the truth, the secondary, beyond skin deep
a thousand different excuses
pretended agenda
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