3:00 AM

I awaken to the illusion of red nails that spell "love"

The voices that consume my ears,

Cold like January...

Watching their breath consume my mind,

And give it a swimming pool...

Let it swim with Hybrid Memories...

And not worry about the dead skin that floats inside a Cotton Sarcophagus...

Instead, I walk on the broken pier...

Where the wood has suffered more than just a broken bone...

As I reach to the end,

A shadow of a cornered boy presents itself...

Of course it was my younger soul...

Of when it was drowning and breathing sulfur...

...

Now I'm in the middle of the tyrant nights...

(Me and you!?)

(Why are you even here!?)

(You exist now?)

(Ha! He won't be anything)

Crying...

Rivers of sleet off a waterfall...

(Who cares about you?)

(Why are you so ugly?)

(Just suffer, you're a fuck up!)

(You're just a unlovable monster!)

The nasty lick left me sideways...

Got me leaning to the left in the ring...

Telling me to stay down...

(Stay down!)

I find my mind in a chateau sometimes...

It loves to tell me the negative release...

But refuses to tell me the important...

A glutton for the demons...

Or is it me?

(It is you...)

...

Maybe I keep feeding it these demon berries...

Maybe that's why I want the gun so bad!

(DO IT!)

(END YOUR LIFE!)

(Serenity, right?)

(Give yourself to me)

(Fuck your life!)

(DIE!)

It's so true...

The excuses of myself

If killing me on the inside,

But others see it as

"It'll be OK"

...

I had to open a window...

Let the mind run around home...

Breathe in the aftermath of the tornado...

We were both running the same race,

But not on the same ground.

As we walked,

We learned of the Topaz Homes...

The shell of beauty that all glorifies...

And we laughed...

Because as much as we would like it,

We didn't envy it,

Or intend to greed for it...

...

Instead we wanted sunset weddings over the sunken canyons

The pure iridescence of Chocolate memories...

Made us both say together...

"I want to be loved"

The Difference was our endless space...

And it was my fault that we were so separated...

Because devotion's dream was for us to understand each other...

Inside our own memory farplane...

...

While we cried,

We remembered the Ghost of Last Summer...

How its humidity blessed our veins with its warmth,

But the burning sensation of the Melancholy shadows...

Shined a light for our burned memories...

A light so great,

That we died when finding lust...

But how the sin had to remind us...

Whilst we're wasted in paradise...

Parasites exist in holy temples...

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