Uncut emeralds guide towards the edge of the world

All it remains is the aftertaste, crashed party
Hollow walking corpses edging on a hard reset
'Cos your eyes slaughtered me as I tore contact
I broke down into another self, a lesser version
Incomplete, sleepwalking and deeply dissatisfied.

This itch scratches my very essence
The nail tear bone and flesh,
The ballad of heat and motion
Carve fever into my madness
The lesser evil remains to pay
in blood cull my backwards fall

What was the point?
Put a sock on the stinger
Rubbed me off all sorts wrong
Doubled down on petrifying spells
Conduits of hate and shortage of breath

Capture that emotion and archive it
Label it down as 'weak bones syndrome'
And burn it immediately, may the voodoo cure
What time couldn't.
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First came pride, the air overlapped sundown. Best friends are seasonal. Lovers are therefore optional in defeat.

Sneer as the pencil preludes a calm rolled tongue

Rubbing fingers indicates laughter. Do hold the esteem pen

Lush and translucent. It mares the feasting prelude, damaged.

Clogging the airways, stirring in ajar consorting with loss

A tear off course, the page demands singular responsibility:

lead carries it, ink wills it, his master vigilant,

the trainee integrates omission like a poison lake

faces torment with void empty streams and floating bodies

Oh woes be footmen trespassing on my bosom

The desk knock an insinuating top hat facade

Shivering free trade for empirical denial 

on the third achievement the sun came down

as we sat on the edge of the cliff we depreciated (carefully)

one another, perhaps lovers then still 

pilling hands, dreams and saliva anyway

cos we could not sleepwalking simultaneously

clashing bodies feel better when the makeup

and egos exhausted ride the yawn past the cane

up the blindfold, round the rope/chair/naivety

I was not what I spoke, foretold (in a million years)

chasing the glimpse of a skirt rogue to the blur

Sunburn. my hide comes face to face with a bud

a time capsule of my thinking', roll the credit scene

shine through the americas' scandal, dough and gold

Can weight the same as my free mass should I will it

Manipulate the odds and snap the magic back into her

or us? Definitely crashing off cocaine.

Getting by, boosted by abnormalities that defy 

the immorality of my revolver, bested by a lion

a lioness and her brother, linked by context

fated by word dropped off a pedestal

seldom missing the point, watchful be the cop out

we are hardly what we need at a given time

and lack the strength to admit it, Missy

love, put that needle down the drain

you break your heart and poison the air

we shared once.