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Incandescent Lamps and Concentration Camps
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A Scar is Born Delete and repeat
To the point where the whole world population becomes obsolete
The street lamps burn out bright on the vacant street
Only to re-light in lust when we once again meet
The stars shine so brilliantly tonight
Two young, lost lovers forever disappear into the vivid moonlight
Another poem I'm writing to show you that I'm not alright
All of our memories you selfishly erase while I cry myself to sleep at night
Send and descend
To the point where our own disposable lives come to a tragic end
Symbolic messages that our immature minds can never comprehend
Only to decipher the mechanized meaning once our fragile hearts begin to mend
The traffic lights spontaneously combust so peacefully today
Since your departure, I've been so lonely without you and my world has turned black and gray
I'm publishing an autobiography to tell the world that I'm not okay
I'm suffocated by the failed past while you look toward a brighter future day
Spill and refill
To the point where each other we begin to viscously kill
The cries of love and loss are often heard atop the pinnacle of that illustrious hill
Only to transform to tears of tragedy once we open wide and swallow the bitter metal pill
Our dreams incinerate so beautifully at this time
Turning into nightmares with a prognosis of you never again being mine
I'm bleeding on a white canvas to paint the poisonous picture of me crossing the enemy’s line
I pray in the corner for a miracle while you blindly swing back and forth on your unstable vine
Break and remake
To the point where our own fate and future is foolishly at stake
As powerful as a tyrant and as venomous as a rattlesnake
Only to convert to an angel when we realize that every choice we make is an immense mistake
The planets align so perfectly on this night
Two old, frightened souls forever vanish into the achromatic sunlight
Another prayer I'm sending your way to make you witness this suicidal sight
You live on for another day like an incandescent lamp while I give up the ghost in my concentration camp tonight
