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I looked for salvation in your mind To which I fell in awe What I had seen made goose bumps on my skin. You tried to pull me back into reality When all I wanted was our dreamland Why had I been afraid of the inevitable? You cradled me We kissed and made love But the gloom was still there Waiting for when I was on my own. You asked me if something was wrong Someday I knew I'd be able to tell you We cannot talk. Not now. All I say is 'I love you' I love the new world inside the boy Our tea parties are ever so grand Your eyes, they send a chill down my spine. We share our life horrors All I want though is rest. My head keeps

In the failing days of the revolutionaries Not one wished their life to be any other way It makes you wonder how. How could they possibly see beauty? In a world forged of evil and neglect? Men sit at bars Drinking their lives away The companionship of dying slowly together Must feel somewhat comforting Or depressing Therefore easier to die A cycle, a circle, a chance The world repeats itself Like spicy food in the gullet Yet when we are reborn, world anew We do not instigate change though we know it should be done The ignorant and intelligent stand divided I find that dignity is in dying alone knowing you've changed the circl

Be not afraid of death I would teach my children Unborn, dreamt of Any of them, all of them All mine Death is a friend Who teaches us to appreciate What we had and could have In the boldest way known to man It is not gentle It is a kick in the gut It rubs your skin raw But I would marry it It will not discriminate I feel more alive And chose my life and pain And love and hope And dreams Because of these reasons I will not love death But adore the slap in the face Brutality at its best Not always convenient or necessary But always pure The end result of life It is painful And not to be neglected as foe But embraced

Night again Wide-eyed and aware To some other presence Or residue left from the last lover His heartache lounged across my chest. I sit up and my spine Breaking the skin on my back I can feel my bones clicking as I turn And the mechanical cogs and wheels Heave. Both small feet on the cold boards Jagged and designed to cut if you place Weight at the wrong angle But it's my floor, my bed, my jagged edges And I am ashamed. Heartbreak slips to my stomach I remember, suddenly, reality of where I am But who I am, means nothing. Not to him, not to his mind which moved over Made me part of his processes and fingerprinted me As sus