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DeLiRiUm696's Journal
Corrosion At It's Best
Darkness,Light,Broken,Bent,Halo Fallen,Compassion,Compromise,Destruction,Envy And Love.
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A Vampire's Rapture.
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November 21, 2008, 10:10:pm
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Drifting throught the shadowed streets,
late night junkies circle trash bins,
late night snacks,
psychedelic the night becomes,
when your vision goes unfocused,
crimson.
Passion arising like a flame,
And everything transforms.
Dark ragged your clothing hangs,
from your timeless flesh.
Flawless,
like needles against the skin.
smells of fear dripping from the sleeping,
your treasure if only for a night.
The Embrace.
hummingbird wings fluttering against your palm,
as everything begins to spin,
smiles and mingled echoing child's laughter.
Blue eyes fading grey,
questions of brothers,
heavy a cross they bare.
Innocent and addicted,
Alurred by the gaze.
Slowly the drumbeat slows to a grim end,
You drift back into the shadows.
Bright orange begins to splash the sky,
ghoulish your shadow fades,
as you retreat into darkened doorways.
Basement lurking demon,
Lend me your eyes.
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porcelain paradise
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November 20, 2008, 09:37:pm
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Porcelain doll,
upon my dresser you rest,
when i dream you wander.
Maybe i see you wink.
And when i awaken you slumber.
Porcelain paradise
My escape.
Keep the secrets,
silent with you.
Porcelain doll upon my mind,
you cast your gaze,
something i always remember.
The smile painted upon your face.
Porcelain paradise
My friendship i kept with you,
the only thing constant
perhaps it's true.
Porcelain,like ivory.
Soft as silk
And glowing white.
Nightmare for some
An addiction for me.
Porcelain Paradise
In your world
i save my life,
Keep it safe,
When you sleep tonight.
Porcelain keeps no gods,
Like throwing stones in a glass house,
take risks but never leave behind
A trail
Sealed with a kiss.
Porcelain paradise
Your warmth i miss
My world within your painted eyes
A place to hide.
Porcelain paradise
My rapture in your essence
In this night you sing
Nightengale
will you feel my beat?
Porcelain your skin is frail,
frozen to the bone,
will you let me warm your ice?
I paint on your rosy cheeks.
Porcelain this night i feel,
a beat beneath that chest of yours,
is it true you really live?
In my doll upon the dresser.
Porcelain...
When i Dream will you wake tonight
Please tell me so
So i know i will not dream alone.
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It's all in your head darling.
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November 20, 2008, 08:29:pm
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Painting strokes across the canvas,
a vast dawning of colours,
Psychedelic sensory overdrive.
Reminds me of a strobe light,
while spinning in a circle high on speed.
Blue slashes the orange.
As purple mashes with red.
Reminds me of those places,
we wished we were.
Like an unspoken air,
of a dream we once shared.
Tipping the peak.
A craggy moutain to stand beside a fallen sun.
Tripping while running a race,
we already won.
Lost and found box,
{enter correct sentence here.}
a pencil stripped with rainbows,
with passion at it's rear.
Pink Polka-dotted Perfection.
Hazel tormented stare.
Glare?
Letters Etched upon our skin,
words in dis-repair.
Can we make a pair?
Pear, strange fruit.
Textures dazzle already lost minds,
Soft,Fuzzy,Hard,Bumpy.
Like a road in neverland.
Everland?
Towers where a princess hides.
Black and impending.
No dragon to slay,
unless you count the mind.
Painting on this canvas,
all the things we wish to say.
It's all in your head darling.
It's all in your...
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Alcoholic's Nostalgic Dream Sequence.{{set 2}}
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November 20, 2008, 05:50:pm
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Twisted,
Warped.
Thorns of scrap metal,
lacerations just above your eyes,
crimson clouding your vision,
as everything fades.
bottle empty at your side.
Did you wish to see another day?
When the jaws of life relinquished the cars grip,
on your frame.
Windshield scattered,
across the road,
less lucky,
tragic the girl inside.
Couldn't wait for the cab.
lucky to be alive.
Phone call.
Rings,
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Answer machines pick up muffled cries,
ambulances in the backround.
The EMTs say dead on sight.
Cell phone ringing,
from inside the wreck.
When you realized.
Then you realized.
Eyes glazed over as you race to the crumbled frame.
peer inside to see,
The bitter remains,
Of your lover.
She lies in a pool of blood,
barely recognize her face.
The jewelry she always wore,
and you don't wish to be alive anymore.
Your bottle falls from your side.
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Alcoholic's Nostalgic Dream Sequence.{{set 1}}
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November 20, 2008, 08:44:am
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Breaking,breaking,breaking down.
Room spins,spinning spinning,
and falling down
falling, falling, falling again
these tears cascading,
blurry,blurry,my vision of you.
Memories fading,fading
and i could wish it wasnt true,
and yet i know its nothing new.
i knew,knew you didnt see me as i was,
Everyday is a haze,
dazing, dazing,
blindly biting the bullet,
metaphorical bullet,
biting my tounge.
no response,
unresponsive.
I'm waiting,
waiting,
waiting for you to speak.
numb tendrils creeping
through cold forsaken skin.
Can you see?
See the tears as they fall
White hot against my flesh.
And yet the room keeps spinning,
the bottle getting empty,
arms getting empty,
heart.Empty.
Beating,
Pounding,
fluttering.
my heart at wits end.
Then,
the silence is shattered,
the sound of a broken scream,
everything is grounded
and it all feels obscene.
Surreal,
like the painting,
the one of you and me,
holding hands together.
As the painting burns to cinders,
beaneath your aguished cry,
toss away the bottle.
Glass.
the sound chimes,
like the faithful bell to awaken
every sense.
Suddenly i'm half alive,
less then dead,
trapped inside.
A voice to unlock,
this prison,
can decide.
Remain in peril,
Angels wrapped in a demons' arms
and stammer a prayer
God Forbid.
Damned the souls of the fallen,
white wings turn black,
eyes close in silence,
but still this dream,
can't bring you back.
Back,
Back,
Back off.
And Dream.
Gentle silent pulse,
throbbing beneath the skin,
inhale.
Exhale.
Drowning in my river of sin.
My guiltless dream,
consists of you.
You and I.
And your best friend,
the bottle.
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