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Concrete Nights
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How unfair is the world that claimed her body? She's lost deep in the flesh of the night, like a bleeding heart inside a hollow point bullet inside the body the sun left behind.
She drowned in the arms of darkness and grew shimmering gills just to keep breathing. She became blind to the light of day, learned to survive on the blur and quiver of streetlights and headlights from behind wet mascara eyelashes.
That hard pavement throws the world back onto itself in bruises of water; time drags itself between the cracks with the sound of rubber against gravel and electric windows going down.
Strange voices in smoke filled cars spill like whirls of tar into the cold air. Lost eyes, angry eyes and her eyes; her body – a wound hidden behind a strained smile. White teeth, white nights, white sheets, white lies.
Sweat and variations on water, warmth of meat and muscle, limbs turned in fake embraces soaked in pain and muffled grunts, broken whispers and screams scattered by rough hands, drench her body in your lust and leave.
Forget the crackle of bank paper, the blank stare of her eyes. Tonight, a part of her dies, her shredded spirit of rags torn again, a childhood light grown dimmer again as the turn of the hour makes dreams into lies.
How does she even remember herself when all that she wants is to forget how she came to stand before that mirror in shades of regret. How does she keep her heart from bleeding out one day, when time and time again she had to close the world away to die alone in those emotions that she had to betray?
Forgive, if you will, the sickness of the world and its lust, time for pouring every second into you that wasn't yours, yourself for having lived through it and these scars than you just can't heal.
Hate, if you must, the sickness of the world, its lust, and time.
Love, if you can.
In this dust that is the days of our lives, all they see is the marks of decadence and the veil of shame. You stand there, unspoken, unknown, used and thrown. When your sacrifice alone should have bought you a place in their Heaven, they stoned you at the gates and dragged you through their seven desires, to cast you back into the fires of those endless concrete nights.
She drowned in the arms of darkness and grew shimmering gills just to keep breathing. She became blind to the light of day, learned to survive on the blur and quiver of streetlights and headlights from behind wet mascara eyelashes.
That hard pavement throws the world back onto itself in bruises of water; time drags itself between the cracks with the sound of rubber against gravel and electric windows going down.
Strange voices in smoke filled cars spill like whirls of tar into the cold air. Lost eyes, angry eyes and her eyes; her body – a wound hidden behind a strained smile. White teeth, white nights, white sheets, white lies.
Sweat and variations on water, warmth of meat and muscle, limbs turned in fake embraces soaked in pain and muffled grunts, broken whispers and screams scattered by rough hands, drench her body in your lust and leave.
Forget the crackle of bank paper, the blank stare of her eyes. Tonight, a part of her dies, her shredded spirit of rags torn again, a childhood light grown dimmer again as the turn of the hour makes dreams into lies.
How does she even remember herself when all that she wants is to forget how she came to stand before that mirror in shades of regret. How does she keep her heart from bleeding out one day, when time and time again she had to close the world away to die alone in those emotions that she had to betray?
Forgive, if you will, the sickness of the world and its lust, time for pouring every second into you that wasn't yours, yourself for having lived through it and these scars than you just can't heal.
Hate, if you must, the sickness of the world, its lust, and time.
Love, if you can.
In this dust that is the days of our lives, all they see is the marks of decadence and the veil of shame. You stand there, unspoken, unknown, used and thrown. When your sacrifice alone should have bought you a place in their Heaven, they stoned you at the gates and dragged you through their seven desires, to cast you back into the fires of those endless concrete nights.
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