young and stung

Why does her hand cut open mine?

A tandem of lovers that form a line

Bent in half I whine

How does one fix what’s broken.

 

Why does her hand cut open mine?

A tandem of lovers that form a line

Bent hands hold a rusted token

How does one fix what’s broken.

 

 

Why does her hand cut open mine?

A pair of lips that should never have spoken

Bent hands hold a rusted token

How does one fix what’s broken.

 

Why did she hold my gun that’s smokin?

A pair of lips that should never have spoken

Broken hands hold a rusted token

How does one fix what’s broken.

Trading places

Their limbs hang from chains.

Shopfront supporting the waste of a child.

Brusied flesh ripped open,

Only to eat cowardly together.

Imagine if we,

Hung our pets in unequal shame like this.

Your cries would deafen.

Till we part

Who will hear the screams of the gentle 

lovers and duelers.

When all the blood that seeps through the large wound,

was caused by the same knife we licked.

Beating me down

Beating the senseless drum to waken your own.

It doesn’t hurt anymore no matter the battery,

But how long can the sheild stay mint

When the cracks already  appear

Deep in my saviour,

Defeated.

Earthlings inspired

Fear not my sister,

My brother.

Fellow users of the splendour will dissapear

As my family extends into the sea and forest,

And ill continue to cry out for them.

take me part II.

Changing form like the beat she posses,

quick,

intense,

electrical fluctuations from cool to commanded

for she flicks that switch.

As she shudders with nervous breaths,

startled,

admired,

her hands strangle my neck

as my heart desires.

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