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If I told you I never think of death I'd be lying to your face So I'll stand before you now And admit I'm not a liar I'm holding a bullet to my temple But since I'm afraid of guns I make the gesture just as impotent As every attempt to make something of this life I'm holding a bullet to my temple Wondering if I could will it through my bones Death is not a pretty mistress But she cleans up rather well In the darkness that precedes her I'd be lying if I said I'm not depressed And again when I said I'm not stressed It's all these things I can't control The things I let control me So I'll hold this bullet to my skull Because I have nothing else

search for a meaning an empty word i've been coughing up darkness for what seems like minutes i once wore your ring by mistake put out now to pasture feed off the leaves and vines i'd hate them to think me yours six words could mark me gone seven times thought up the line "if you were me" for sale: these thoughts for a penny that's all we were worth hit me up, private message this whole ordeal is a wedding ring worn once by mistake

Words and poems thoughts and feelings lies and twists and turns and the page that just won't bend I've lost my taste I feel like staring at the screen has robbed my mind all the thoughts I once had are dry poems and words and lies and thoughts and meters and bars plot twists and tar tar that won't let go Can't you fucking hear it? I'm screaming.

You're the re-runs the obvious plot twist You're everything I've already seen before You offer nothing You're the late night advertisements force-feeding me drivel You're the fact that coulda-been and shoulda-been aren't. You're a has-been. Sometimes, when I think of you I force the words I just need to talk it out Just sound it out It sounds like you're a fire that burned too close to the sun. You're the forty-seventh tree in a forest Maybe I passed you already who knows? You're a lost cause and I'll bury you in a grave you're suited for.

So here's the story We'll all die, so what will you leave behind? A legacy of good or evil, of friends and deeds? Will you leave a name to be remembered? But a name is just a word and if words are to be my legacy I'd rather scream them.

ninety nine miles to go somewhere on the road behind me lies an empty past ahead a future without you at some point we get tired of overplayed similes of highways representing life another ninety nine miles

there's a feeling in the air that tonight will be unlike any before it and the grin gracing your lips makes me believe that you're all for it the bed will be the parchment and our bodies shall be the quill together we'll write a late night sonnet about the anatomy of a passionate thrill i'll be the best you've had since you last dreamt of us on the beating heart portion of my cuff linked sleeve and the note you awake to will remind you that the only other talent I have is the talent to leave

She was widowed on her wedding day such an unsuspecting victim The ultimate revenge, he thought, end his life on her big day Sometimes it seems the best way to respond is not at all Like when that magic spark hits powder and kills everything between us Do you ever listen at a crack in the wall just to see whose name they call? You were my first out of body experience We drift through the vents and floorboards And we dance in the spaces between the walls You weren't my first broken heart But it was the first time I meant it. Oh honey, honey honey honey, I've lost touch with the Father oh bother. I left her for dead on her birthday my spiri

You don't live You don't love.. Don't look back, Don't even look ahead. You'll just see me living life without regrets. I didn't lose you, I never had you. To call what we had a relationship is an insult to romance. Your lack of respect makes me sick and your sad attempts at happy are cringe-worthy. You don't live, you don't love you just pile on the misery Trying too hard to be loved. You don't live, you don't love. Sister, you haven't earned the right. You're trying to hard to be loved. This I swear, I swear to never care when it comes to you. And all those things you love? Fuck them all. Eloquence is meaningless, I

Once upon a time, another place another life I saw you through the eyes of the dead- light and other colors swirled in like phantoms followed by doubt Years passed and you're still my favorite memory and I could write down thousands of words about my regrets, hates and failures but I struggle to write you this chorus: Everyone said, "You're wasting time on that boy" and now, eleven years after the fact I'm still here to say, "Thank you for wasting your time on me. For wasting your life on me." There are words and emotions and images all threatening to tear my head apart and every time I aim to spit my bile upon the