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Fly OnToenails for teeth
In a mouth of dried tea bags
Keeping moist thieves' knives
That make them retreat
Back into long sleeves
Because shivers form quicker
Than whispers in cold weather.
Black dimes for eyes
And white light to disguise
The morality of nocturnal calamity
Shining bright in the afternoon
Of nighttime under the full moon.
Wearing webs as wings
To catch flying things
That echo its scream; mist and steam
Is winter's bite, but sight is blind,
So shudders make up for
The blur in your brain.
Out of cage, it's still tame because
In order to live, it relies on a civ
To filter it's thoughts
Since it can't be taught to think
Of this life as a gift
When everything it does seems so wrong.
And although he is strong,
The guilt of a killer can spill
This bat's will to fly on.
Escape WishMy escape waits for me faithfully
As the days slip away lazily,
Waiting silently, it sits all alone,
Unmoving. Quietly, it lets out a moan,
Calling my fingers-
The companion it craves,
Someone who lingers,
Who sits down for days at a time.
Gliding playfully across the keys,
Dancing gracefully, bending at its knees.
And colorless stripes form songs with a touch,
Spending entire nights and watching
Them pass in a rush.
I'm now lost in the music
Coming from this.
I love to use it- my escape wish.
Electric SunshineWhite lines of light, eclipsing eyes
With high volt electric sunshine.
Blind and confine the iris
To a boxed-up abyss of darkness.
Blackholes engulf the soul
Wholly in a bowl of bitter coffee
While cream and sugar simmers,
Spitting bubbles and popping
At the edge of you tear duct.
And waiting for the overwhelming amount
Of imperfections in your vision
To leave like clouds in a steady retreat,
So you can see the switch
That dims the electric sunshine.
Oxygen ThiefBorrowing your breath
To exhale myself-
A reaction to your lack of air.
I'm an oxygen thief,
Stealing the mist
From cold lips on a winter's day,
Reflecting the echo released
By a tired train,
Puffing black smoke.
I killed the doves you set free,
Silenced the bells you let ring,
Ripped up the letter
You let fly in the breeze.
Yet I still don't call
This stealing a sin.
And when you're all worn out,
I'm the crook that reminds you
Of when you could breathe...
Then I killed you with carbon dioxide.
Giving UpDrops on the tips of
Branches that whip in the breeze
Sticking to the edge of my eyes.
The sun is drying them,
Reflecting the water
Like windows and watches
Casting shapes on the ceiling
Or in someone's eyes
To burn of the blackness
Holding your tears in place-
Marking your face
As the one who gave up because
You've been strong for too long.
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