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"Let It Be Broke"
I live in truth, complacently.
Where's the threat you see in me?
Am I the cause of your self consciousness?
You scream at me
'cause I can't ignore the destructiveness that you support,
'cause my life's contrary to yours.
No soft words from my mouth.
A glazed look in your eyes.
I live in the world of reality, you comfort yourself with lies.
I will release myself, I will detach myself from you.
I will detach myself from your kind.
I've seen your life but I can't see how it is
that you can be so content in your own ignorance.
Its been so dark for so long now a new light has come along,
illuminating all, so shut your eyes.
I won't tell you what you want to hear,
I will show you what's real. i will, will defy.
I LEFT SOME WORDS QUITE FAR FROM HERE TO BE A SHORT REMINDER
I LAID THEM OUT IN STONE INCASE THEY NEED TO LAST FOREVER
LIKE VIOLENCE
We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.
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