Bloody Poetry

Grieves
I guess it started when the lights went out,
And everybody started running around in circles trying to figure it out,
I could feel it, wedged in my ribs, it felt freezing
As my cold air blew out, and danced through the evening,
Paranormal, slowly being called into the gleam,
Where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams,
I observe, tales from the other side of the curb,
Old a concrete notepad, scribble down my words,
In the limelight, this is what it's like to bleed ink,
Put your fingers in it, paint me a picture of what you think,
Make it beautiful, and make it look like love,
Make it hang from the heavens, make it break my trust,
Make it real, make it dangerous, make it out of the rust,
Make it passionate, and impossible to touch,
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust,
When you understand it's everything inside of you,
It's us,
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You're all I've ever known, sewn to my sleeve,
You've always got me running home,
Hand full of roses,
You're my blood and brittle bones, my soul and open throne,
You're all I've ever known,
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I spoke a whisper in the dark one night,
Watched it take form in front of me and mimic my life,
It seemed natural, especially watching its last breath like poetry
Watched as it clung to its own chest with a smile,
Made out of broken pieces of tile, you can see the thoughts running, chase them around for miles,
If you wanted, people say that old road is haunted,
If you travel on it long enough you'l never get off it,
You believe it, cause everything is skewed when you see it,
Then you process, automatically think that you feel it
It automatically sticks to the brain, when the truth of it is standing outside,
Playing cards int he rain,
You would never beat the game it plays,
You can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switch-blade,
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust,
When you understand it's everything inside of you,
It's us.
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