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You are the most
Beautifully destructive force I've ever seen
Hatred and vengence--my eternal portion
Scarce can endure delay of execution--
Wait with impatient readiness to seize my
Soul in a moment.

****** below Judas; more abhorred than he was,
Who for a few pence sold his holy Master!
Twice betrayed, Jesus me, the last delinquent,
Deems the profanest.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me:
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all
Bolted against me.

Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,
I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram's.

Him the vindictive rod of angry Justice
Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong;
I, fed with judgment, in a fleshy tomb am
Buried above ground.
No matter what I say,
Or the things I do,
I will always
Love you

Through infidelity,
Through sharp tongue,
Through all our stress,
And being high strung
I will always love you

You're still the wind in my sail
On this sea of oil and blood
The sun to the petals
Of a lotus still blooming

You were the colors in the visions of kaleidoscope trips
The euphoria in all my drugs of choice,
And no amount of cut
Could degrade your purity
You still enter my system like water rushing inside a tunnel,
Unobstructed, and powerful

I miss the way you used to look at me
How I used to be the center of your universe
Because I saw the world swimming around your pupil in my reflection

You were my world too, ya know
Cheyenne, I love you so very much. I know things haven't worked out, but I still haven't stopped loving you. Never have, never will. I just want to kiss you again....
Your blue grey eyes
Were smooth, beautiful,
So softly somniferous
Pens live, pens die,
Pens smile, pens cry
They etch my soul between the lines
Taking over all the times
I could never explain myself with rhyme,
It's absurd how my head and hand are intertwined
The pens the grit, my brains the grime
It takes over my wrist, upon it's own mind
And it pours words,
It pours hurt,
Flows of happiness
Or the sticky syrup
Of something ******

It's kinda funny how your tools use you
Smoke it, snort it, break it down,
Grind it, roll it up,
Inject it, snort some more
Smoke some more
You can always do
A little more
You know you want your heart to stop
As much as all the toxins
You dump in your body
You ******* fiend.  
                                     - Drugs
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