Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Wrote these!
Anarchist Alchemy
The way you treat me
the way you cheat me
The way I feel every time you deceive me,
Its twisted poetry
Insane in sanctity
All you've got to offer is anarchist alchemy.
I need the symphony
of indiscrepancy
I've gotta run and hide from the epiphany.
Cuz when you break me
You recreate me
A greater version of a lesser reality.
Its like apocalypse
every time we kiss
Chaotic charisma at my fingertips,
Makes me ravenous
feel my heart twist
Bow to the submissive and pray for the dominant.
Can't run away from this,
Caged in a dark eclipse
brandishing power that's disguised as obedience.
love is poisonous
With an iron-fist
Savage savior in a duet of dictatorship
CH
The way you use me
The way you move me
The way your passion disproves me
sensual disparity
And sexual charity
Won't hide the scars of your anarchist alchemy
you embrace me
then you erase me
It might be hot, but its spiritual atrophy.
The way you shatter me
Splinters mentality
Got no more time for your anarchist alchemy.
The way you make me guess
the way you can't express
The way you discard and disregard my emptiness
Oppressive Righteousness
leaves me breathless
Minimizes me and builds resentments
I'm left senseless
Nearly defenseless
Your parade of drama just seems endless
you're relentless
So damn pretentious
There's no line between rebellion and recklessness.
Independence
Bares no resemblance
to what you serve me when you say you want to end this.
CH
The way you use me
The way you move me
The way your passion disproves me
sensual disparity
And sexual charity
Won't hide the scars of your anarchist alchemy
you embrace me
then you erase me
It might be hot, but its spiritual atrophy.
The way you shatter me
Splinters mentality
Got no more time for your anarchist alchemy.
Gray
Winter's gray
Within my Icy soul
Dug my grave
With self-control.
Whispers fray
dreams untold
I must blame
the tongue I hold
Blank and empty
frozen truths
All have kept me
Far from you.
An assembly
Of nothings prove
That within me
there's no room for you.
Frozen secrets
that haunt the night
a desperate retreat
from social fright
I hold this belief
With all my might
and nothing completes
halfhearted lives.
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