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ShroudI want to cut out my organsproffer them up, beating and reddirty pretty things lyingstill as death, wrapped in silk.Milk teeth white with secretsstark bone,hollow with regret - one breathexhaling fingernails; crescent moons,luminescent with guilt, dressedin sorrow desperate for utterance.The stuttered sounds of eyelids shutting in the nightlungs filled with candlelight and silver flashgash lips useless and stained with so much unsaid.Silent epitaphs treading wordsas heavy as a gravethe weight of a holethat malignant,spreads.
AddictMy dear little man, now tired and weary,The softness of sleep becomes dark and dreary.In vivid dreams you see a bloodied ghostOf the one you love and hate the most...She tore into your veins,And set them ablaze.Even as you walked,In a sickening haze.You stole from the weak,To feed your habit.Blood upon the altar,As you chased the rabbit.A rabbit that enslaved,Deep down the rabbit hole.Inhaled like a blanket,For the soul that was cold.As the breathing became rapid,And the vomiting begins.You'll chase another rabbit,To compound your sin.And as your sins will grow,So too will the madness.It sinks into the heart,And begins warping the canvas.It paints it in bitterness,The colour of black...The colour of voices,That lash at your back.So dear little man, over pure white grains,Are you done with this life of an endless pain?I'll give you a solution, you need only apply...For the man who is an addict, must surely die!