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this blood drips like wine into your glass
you crave so innocently
we spill forth
and god how we've loved
dimensions disappeared
we were ghosts

love is a cycle of madness
logic would deem us to be
flattered by complacency
only to find
we've been fucked by hypocrisy

life is as it goes
and yes, nobody knows
yet we can see
the displacement
the distant melody

 im lost in this place
of empty space
unknown variables
teasing me
taunt me till i break down to the next level
of this god forsaken insanity they'll
kill me

nobody left to save me

but me.




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On Saturday March 15th, 2008, Dancing_Monkey (1761) writes:
Tasty is a good word for this. The first stanza threw me into a mental place to eat the whole poem


On Thursday March 8th, 2007, Instant Insanity (727) writes:
mmm hmm so dark and tasty :-) ][ ][


On Monday January 8th, 2007, Sparadic (6) writes:
I LOVE THIS!!! Tis all so true. Thanks for sharing this.


On Saturday February 25th, 2006, Lydia Jade (783) writes:
This just has a soft, whispering, half asleep feel to it...goes slowly, as if forcing you to absorb all of it in full. Well done


On Saturday February 25th, 2006, manywalks (947) writes:
I liked the trickle and flow of this. Well done. ~ mw


On Saturday February 11th, 2006, Crimson Shade (114) writes:
" love is a cycle of madness logic would deem us to be flattered by complacency only to find weve been fucked by hipocracy" - i loved this, i feel its so true.


On Saturday February 11th, 2006, Crimson Shade (114) writes:
- "nobody left to save me but me." - its sad when it comes to this - but look on the bright side, at least you know you'll always be there.... good write.


On Wednesday February 8th, 2006, dying angel (1307) writes:
"this blood drips like wine into your glass:....there is no better way to draw one in. great write.



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