Cold Delivery
1st - Ben N. Cyder
2nd - GM Sharp.
I cannot wait to touch the stars again, trapped in prison,
And flee this dirty, darkened cell of planetary magnetism
Feeding me with solitary kisses of betrayal and blood,
Surrounding me with unfaithful intentions of love
I will not hesitate to remember, the form I once knew ,
And suddenly the bright sky didn't look so blue
And refashion all the dreams, molecule-bending within my eyes,
Feeling desperate for attention, telling relentless desolate lies
And renew the convictions of astral assurance,
Devoid of earth prone desires, discover the vast amounts of endurance
And attract the outer mysteries, growing in the air of thought,
As we gazed upon the carcass of the infant decay and rot
Flourishing within a lighted tomb floating throgh liquid hopes,
Tied with rope, thrown overboat, took a box-cutter and slit its throat
I will never venture into the realm of doubt, I'd rather shout,
Schizophrenic, conversations alone, ran out of things to talk about
Where everything was conceived as a unruly vision,
And resurrect my impulse to fight my way out of prison
Of tyrannical its grasp would grab hold of my back,
And scratch it continuously, until I grew some holes and a gash
Shivering and quivering, I could not defy my own misery,
But I smiled into the defiant face of its cold delivery...
Shes taken broken suicides into the morning after,
pills flow silently in a stream of folding matter.
Crumbled napkins are still moist with reactions
to the forks that inhabit her throat with sanctions.
The vomit is reminiscent of yesterday's old news
but the neglegance reflects today's cold views.
The light barely warms the hairs on her arms.
Her eyes clasp her thoughts..
as she tries to concentrate on the dark.
She's failed one time, still too many to count.
Deaf from one ear and can't hear the right sound,
A suffering muse on the verge of madness
border hopping from love songs to heartbroken ballads.
It's too late for amor, and too early for crackled wrists
she says she'll do it, not yet aware of her shackled lips.
A baby will be sucked out today with a parent's consent.
But give them a garbage bag so she can share it's coffin.
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