My Darling Clementine
The wind of the night howled through the trees and nipped at the back of Clementine’s neck as she walked. Strange noises surrounded her, glowing eyes followed her every move.
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The Tragic Death of A Hero... Perhaps
My death looms in the eyes of the devil himself. This snake has to be one or two feet long. Monstrous from the view of this poor little mouse, hiding here on the ground.
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Darkness
Hope was never as far away as it is now. The darkness closing in empowers the very fabric of my being. Down to the bottom of my soul I can hear sorrow screaming to be set free.
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It’s just as simple as that?
I’ve been in need of mercy I’ve been in need of love. And all of the above I’ve been in need of the truth I’ve been in need of money Just to provide food and a roof
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In-between life and death
In-between life and death Let’s not resign another breath Plentiful with a full-pail gainful Reach up into ends rainbow Catch that butterfly’s coattail..?
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For you
When I breathe in? You, sigh... For me for you For you: for me. Behind these silences A drawbridge Of hopes, rises And then... falls. Each, pause Reaches its Extremity its
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hangover
Clichéd waste on a spattered battered street And my head is bulbed bruised and spun Clumsy unreal fun it was. Killing sun is climbing into eye sockets like sprayed acid
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when innocence is undone its not really momentous
I’ll burn in teenage revelry I’ll live nostalgic in a park I’ll drink cider and be uncouth Prompt the middle aged to comment On the state of the youth. I’ll scare myself at 17
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seeing earth
When the wild called me from bridled brittle reverie With a lace cry that seeped into my ears I stumbled in returning To where I came from.
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