Old Paintings
In Dying Days
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Tar, shooting out poison me with your bitterness.
I sucked it all out with my kiss.
I tried to end your self-hatred.
Then you held my hand and dragged me down into this.
Then you left me without a word.
My soul inside rusts at your concepts of trust.
I dwelled on a shelf and I surrendered myself.
Portraits break.
One year of bad luck.
One life at stake.
One life was stuck.
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I gave you all I had;
I gave you all I was inside.
Shed skin to the new; cut myself from you.
Rise up, rise again.
Rising from the ashes of this dream, Acid rain showers me.
I hear the siren’s call, Does not concern me at all.