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Lowercasemmmmmm

Lowercasemmmmmm

depression

depression floors me like a pugilist
swift uppercuts drills my manic dreams
weird faces chew upon my vision
bold extremes, hard swinging fists
 
bloody lips, loose teeth and winces
and a heavy kneecap to the nose
electrodes placed at chakra points
chemicals swirl into a frothy dichotomy
 
its snarling dogs interminably chase me
its dark hooded figures watch me weep
clambering to look down from up high
people are flecks of grey on canvas
 
songs oddly house lyrics degrading me
I can hear the whetstone on steel
as the hunters sniff out my scent
bells toll, knell, beleaguered and surreal

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i cant stand the dunderhead

I can’t stand the dunderhead God knows I’ve tried She deflates a good mood She’s misery personified All the effort and time
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the warmth of a soul

A devoted heart knows only light As it bathes in swathes of uncerta… Love and sanctuary its peace Without jealousy or absurdity The jewel of love without conditio…
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electric fence

you kept a nee appraisal in your e… that flow of emotional slurry had… its drug was hard to blend and its… you run my parallel risk as with y… you use me like a skittle down a l…
through kamikaze eyes

Held fast in the gaze of a demons… Heavy lids to cover the darkest be… Heavy arms to shelter and nurture… Though the gap stays as cold and u… Through the years the headlights s…
their gruel's beyond repent

Through the forest of old nightmar… past the misty fog of sweat and te… broken light sheds no path or fare… I’m too lost to hide without it, half a world lies pallid and prost…
pain and scars

can you forget when used to laugh at all the pain and the scars, if you walk a fine line or a knife… inevitably you’re going to fall, can you forget when we drove your…
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lay preacher

with a face full of intermittent b… your mouth resembled a piano keybo… like headstones in an old cemetery suffering terribly with subsidence… and as you stutter and stammer
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testaments and the lies we tell ourselves

I used to think that faith was what held love and that even though hidden from m… it would grant me one day its shin… but the darkness of indifference
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her magic number is 8

A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again
into stasis

Tired resistance Slow like treacle leaves the spoon Falling into stasis The sun has risen, all energy cons… Love has reached critical mass
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I have risen

I have risen back from the dead, this dark cave I have stumbled in now showing a source of light, for years it seems
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molten steel

drinking down your arrogance like a bucket of molten steel, your glance evicted all my nicetie… as you surveyed the world with con… your circuit boarded marginal walk
recollections of a different life

Recollections of a different life The lazy drip drip drip of old cri… Flake from its ceiling and float d… On my new mind it scratches, impin… Who was I when I wasn’t me, now
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make me a believer in me

old bricks make a young house mortars eaten away in places its got cracks appearing in its fa… old bricks make a young house broken windows let new light in



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