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for as the skies rain blue and my heart bleeds razors

as sure as the sunset will throw me into its torture chamber

the heavens send down its blue demons to dance in my head

the emotional thief of yesterday's dawning



the mirrors to the outside world are nothing more than blur

the mannequins shadows linger in the darkness and melt their plastic armless bodies into my nightmares



each eye that touches another

disintegration of ones soul reaches higher into the death chamber

you must take back all that was robbed from you

Your soul will shine again, for this is your emotional revenge



The vibrations paint telegraphs into the insides of your spine

an intricate pattern of pain, longing, love, and desire

the gates of passion are waiting for you on the other side

for all the words of the stick figures have been carved out of their faces

for your desires could never be understood by another so unlike yourself

one life to live your own paradise



the rainbows have all dried up in the apocalypse

the feelings of being left outside alone are only a progression of what has already gone

shrink wrapped and moved to another plane of existence

we no longer mass produce expiration dates from foreign specimens



the syringes have all ran out of liquid lifelines

as your fingers become translucent as they dissolve into the plastic buttons of yesterdays technology fallen into the eternal vortex of desperation and caged paranoia



your eyes sparkle so luminously as you enter into my dreams

the sunlight is a faded illusion of days past for what is real has become an apparent reality

let me take you to my special place where our love will drain out time and existence

so easy it is to fall out of reach as we go out separate ways



the clock violently spins as stillness violently rapes its way out of definition

the dawning morning is the preprogrammed destruction of my soul

I reach out and instruct the machine... for I must save myself before the dawn