+ on my body it shall be +

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+ color, or the absence of it +

Giant whispers
In color.
Luminous
Are your
Casualties.
Abstract breath
Gives those chills
That creep
And creep
Down this
Peachy flesh
Wrapped around
My soul.

Exhibit this.
Strip all else
And leave
Only
Color.

Banging my head
Against the
Wall of the
Interior.
Let me, please,
Oh, let me in!

I have the
Tool
Of the new man.
Death
Is not the
Only color
I see you in.

So much
Suicide.
All I see
All I hear
All I touch.
What are we
Humans, then -
But passengers
On a bloody road
To nowhere
And nothing?

We want
Reasons.
We want
Answers.
There's always
Another springtime
On its way.

Oh, how the birds do sing.

+ i will. someday. see this. in a. different. light. +

i was
just
hanging on.
you have to
admit, though...
it's not
as if you were
letting me
escape.

protect that
skin you have
with all
the ink in
the world.
it won't
ever
save you
like i
could have
saved you.

he's wearing
so very thin.
and he
doesn't want it
from me.
he just
doesn't
want it from
me.

meet me
behind those trees
like he did
for claire.
when i'm old.
and i'm tired.
and i've given up
for the
last time.

you can cry
as much as
your eyes
can hold.

true love will find you
in the end.

+ SAVORY, my little, little sweet +

VS.

Savory (Remastered Version) - Deftones

+ in the shape things take +

i meet and meet
you all.
interwoven strands
shaping the
only vision i'll
ever have of
myself.

the beds are soft,
and they are
ready.
as one lays
another rises
and another
and another.

so there was
one
who gave it all.

"scratched away at the walls for years/
all we've got to show is the dust on the floor/
we've broken our fingers/
broken our faith/
broken our hearts so many times they can't be broken anymore."

young debonair
child...
it was you at
those speak easies
in a time
i
and you
never had.
those roaring 20's
of madness
and illusion.

vexing madman.
your representation
in the truest
piece of my
soul you have
buried
over and over and over.
where do i find
the trust
any more?

snowflake saint:
the fairest of them all.
trees have not
limbs made up of
such
steadiness and virtue.
my porcelain roman statue,
clear -
in all forms and waves.

+ Murder Me +

"And in the end
we may just
kill
one another."

I am your cup.
Drink me.
Up, up, up, up, up, up!
You're an endless, dizzying
maze.
Full of wonder and wizardry.

How have you
captured
my heart,
when I wasn't even
holding it up
to give away?

My back
against your naked
chest.
Warm and liquid.
And when my
dress flew over
your head,
your tongue
ate me so
lusciously
and deliciously.

I could've died
right there.
Inside of
your lips.

My little god.
Devil.
Darkness.
Lover, divine.

Please don't
ever
judge me.
But, go ahead
and
Murder Me.