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Come NowYour bleeding you know, cant you tell
My oh my you've certainly have fell
And now you seem to sit in this hell
The cuts and burns should show some pain
You really had nothing to gain
Yet you still stand as if refrained
So here's what we're going to do
Just to ensure you make it through
We'll build an empire you and me
Something that will set you free
Something that will let your mind be
So let's stop your masochist ways
And go ahead make a final pay
And rid yourselves of these mortal days
Rip your soul from the flesh
And come alive and become fresh
Destroy all things that make you human
Destroy all reasons you care for them
What what's this you found another way
Something you think will get you through your days
Well I'll tell you are wrong
And it surely will not be long
But I'll sit here behind your back
Waiting to make the needed attack
Come to me when you want to see
The destruction of this small city
I''l hold the match needed to burn
Just come to me when it's my turn
They bury him under a flag, on a cool autumn morning. His brother escorts her, supports her tenderly through the service. He is the one who flinches at the rifle salute. She closes her eyes and opens her heart and lets the staccato shots pass through her like a wind.
Only blanks. Not real bullets. Nothing like the barreling rounds that ripped his flesh and smashed in under his narrow ribs and nailed his life to the inside back of his flack jacket.
That slim silent figure in uniform. Laid out cold and still. Thats not him. Hes not here. He slipped out of his shell somewhere in the middle of a desert city under siege. Hes maybe still there, a little lost. A little uncertain where to go from here. He might linger where his brothers are still fighting. Screaming silent warning. Aching to fight beside them still, to prote
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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