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A revolution upon my lips.
Pouring arsenic out of my morality.
I lick my wounds with a vinegar tongue with corosive intencions.
Slitting wrists with razor sharp wit.
And still your God remains silent.

Their breath has long since ceased.
Their hearts silent as falling snow.
Though through the coldest night their screaming pierces the heavens.
Inhuman instinct creeps into our being and we exhale embers black as hell.

A long ago dream dying upon its echo.
I listen as the night breathes immortal breaths.
Inhaling its sweet scent we walk upon a darkened path,
Death and Myself.
Though, it is not she who lies dying in a poison coma.
She watches as worlds colide,
Colapsing upon a void and being comsumed by it.

Lone these breaths stand between Death's icy form and Myself.
Acidic hopes drip down our cheeds leaving ideas of what we once were.
Happy, yet hurt, I watch them in their merriment and hold back the screaming.
Agony could be my only companion.
Pain giving me my only pleasure.
A cumbersome growth that breaks when touched by the slightest of warmth.

Short shallow thoughts flit like butterflies on crack.
Each taunting me with their brightly colored life-like exuberance.
But they, like so many of us, are merely masked by this.
Never showing a flaw once out of sight I swear they turn putrid.

Love is a fickle notion taunting me with its open arms and golden glow.
Each pair of people emitting the same outward appearence, happy in their blissful ignorance.
Humans become like wolves with less integrity.
Always they believe they will stay together forever.
Mating as though they were going extinct.