MID AIR LOVE MESSAGE
By
Poison The Well

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Kisses are never safe when residue of old love is left
how could I feel lesser when someone better
walks around / waiting for you to call out
As your cold hand grasps mine I feel unright
and privileged to be able to look
in your eyes / same chemical as stars
Deformed fingers leave trails of hearts in writing
could three words be the end to births only meaning
Crying to sleep is my remedy
urgently trying to stand on broken / confused legs
Am I looking for reasons not to be happy
emotions catch up with me / I'm too fast for them

SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD

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Sir you've opened your eyes too late in the day.
They wait for you in the room.
You know they are having conversations of punishment.
Last night you lost control.
Broke all their blood pumping mechanisms.
So you stand in front of the polished sand.
Wondering what will become of you and them.
They are scared.
Burn them like you did the rest.
They are dead.
One step in front of the other.
You make your way to them.
You rehearsed your words so many times.
Say it like you mean it.
You always yell.

CRYSTAL LAKE

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Overheard your conversation. Tonight I'm not satisfied.
Sitting here I realize that I always think I'm right.
So it's over for all of you.
My scenery is lakes and trees
I just can't keep all concrete.
I've fallen for this metal and I love this handle
So it's over for all of you
Two round holes cut into this fabric.
And I will slide it over my head.
I'll chase you for all hours.
I never see you make the effort to chase me.
Now your final place is this lake.
Stare at me now on your way down.

OBSTACLE

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As the weakend. Attempt to stand. The cold wind of progression. Causes their downfall.
Taken what was theirs. Now you call it yours. Your thievery justified.
By legislation and might. The control of majority. Never ceases to overpower.
The wounded and unfortunate. Left for dead without a second thought.
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looking deep into a mirror. The image frightens you.
What you've become. Your own obstacle. The burden placed. On your shoulders.
Causes guilt to flow. Through a once deadend soul. Which took so much. From so many others.
One choice is left. To take from yourself. What they worked. So hard to achieve.
Taken by your hand of disdain.
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And as you realize. That the mirror doesn't lie.
And the self you imagined. Is yet another fantasy. And as realization takes it's toll.
A cold feeling overwhelms you. And you've become. Your own obstacle.

A WISH FOR THINGS THAT WORK

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Could I end my life with a knife sharpened of problems
sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns
a papercut bleeds like a cut vein
could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul
but my wings have yet to work
change means nothing
when nothing wants to change
save your strength for the first disappointment
break this mirror that changes you
forever is such an unpleasant word
it begins to eat you / from the inside out
blood stains on the wall / beg for sleep
as the noose is tied around your neck

MEETING AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME

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Barely able to keep the lids open
At times I might think I need the rest
but who would want to go back there?
It's already hard enough to say I need it.
bad memories and good times.
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
No longer, no longer the same.
you grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
Standing still becomes a chore.
Anxious to get the pavement moving.
The easy solution to this and everything else is to move on.
It comes equipped with the last word.
they find ways to drag you along
and dismantle what you created.
It's already hard enough to say I need it
Bad memories and good times.
Keep me from believing that I can still jump off.
No longer, no longer the same.
You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location.
Standing still becomes a chore.
Anxious to get the pavement moving.
Happiness is not having to lie on the floor dead alone.