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Bluelight Crew
It's a ... poem?
stars, bars & neon-love; an au faux memoir
The pavement cracks beneath my feet
a flourescent fever in a white line night
There's a spark in her speckled eyes
through the murk
they're guiding lights
Her fingers smells like nicotine
my voice is thick and sly
The torniquet is loose
and everything is gonna be
everything is gonna be allright
The pins and needles,
the ecstatic shrugs,
we're laughing in a chokehold,
convinced that it's a hug
The bars, the scams, lies and schemes,
the serpent slithers inside our sleeves
She grabbed my neck,
Alice, babe
nothing you know is what is seems
Her heart's a stone in a velvet box
She guards it with her vicious beauty
and her solemn, tender lies
There's a starry blackness that's all-consuming
in her malicious insect eyes
She becomes the spectre of a ghost
as she talks about her past
and the bones that she's entombed
I bleed into her soil
and she whispers run,
because nothing here can ever bloom
After five days wide awake
something crawls up from the murky deep
There's a mist beneath my eyelids
when she says
my darling I'm back,
and this time I have come to reap
Her feral stare pins me down
like a shark sensing a prey
A predator
and the scent of blood
She will have it no other way
Her gaze reflects the debauchery
before it savagely unfolds
This is love baptized in blood,
the kind that won't live to be old
Against my skin her knife is cold
with a sensual caress
Disturbingly enticing dear,
your shivers and heavy breath
Your love is like a bullet,
a hollowpoint that tears apart
And through my torn up ribcage
you tear out my icky-sticky
decomposing little heart
The plug is dry, the moneys burnt
and the fabric is bursting at the seams
Freezing cold while soaked in sweat,
where we shuffle between these kafkaesque scenes
Her voice is calm
and seemingly steady
but her hands can't hide that feeling
of scratching at the walls inside your head
while clawing at it's ceiling
Here comes the flood, polluted thoughts,
shards of glass that splinters
The toxic streams that trickles down
into massive corrosive rivers
The snare, the pills, the bottle,
the bullet, the leap or the switchblade
Baby say's she'd like a match
and watch the whole world dance
and smile as they incinerate
Treading through the hailstorm,
deranged by our silent oath and quiet creed
That men are but demons
and you get eaten or you feed
Man made god in his image
or so I want to believe
As I force this poor man to the ground
pleading on his knees
If god made man in his image,
what does that make me with this knife?
I'm Atropos pulling strings,
while he begs me not to slice
The voice inside is quiet
and I can't tell what's right from wrong
My compass has been shattered
So I whip the piece until it's silent,
until I am just what I feel
hollow, frayed and alone
The hoodie's up
and my heartbeat cracks its cage of bones
My hands belongs to a stranger now,
to the ruthless apex that sits upon my throne
A shot of lightning rips a hole
across the concrete heaven
I recall my every sin,
and man,
they are plenty more than seven
The plunger hits the bottom
and behind it drags our lifes
She shivers on the bed
as her eyes explodes
in a mirage of blinding lights
I try to shake the images as
I sink into that same perpetual night
I think about the stars and how they all
fit into your smile
The flashing lights are searing,
my skin is cold,
tender, blue
All these faces stare at me but none of them are you
A bodybag is carried
like a piece of furniture down the flight of steps
Everything is muted,
except the beating in my ears
the growing silence in my chest
I walk the boulevard of grime and stare up at the stars
The heaven stole your eyes,
those yellow speckled sparks
I walk the boulevard of missing what I had
and neglecting what I've got
The heavens say my name and darling
I will be there in a shot
stars, bars & neon-love; an au faux memoir
The pavement cracks beneath my feet
a flourescent fever in a white line night
There's a spark in her speckled eyes
through the murk
they're guiding lights
Her fingers smells like nicotine
my voice is thick and sly
The torniquet is loose
and everything is gonna be
everything is gonna be allright
The pins and needles,
the ecstatic shrugs,
we're laughing in a chokehold,
convinced that it's a hug
The bars, the scams, lies and schemes,
the serpent slithers inside our sleeves
She grabbed my neck,
Alice, babe
nothing you know is what is seems
Her heart's a stone in a velvet box
She guards it with her vicious beauty
and her solemn, tender lies
There's a starry blackness that's all-consuming
in her malicious insect eyes
She becomes the spectre of a ghost
as she talks about her past
and the bones that she's entombed
I bleed into her soil
and she whispers run,
because nothing here can ever bloom
After five days wide awake
something crawls up from the murky deep
There's a mist beneath my eyelids
when she says
my darling I'm back,
and this time I have come to reap
Her feral stare pins me down
like a shark sensing a prey
A predator
and the scent of blood
She will have it no other way
Her gaze reflects the debauchery
before it savagely unfolds
This is love baptized in blood,
the kind that won't live to be old
Against my skin her knife is cold
with a sensual caress
Disturbingly enticing dear,
your shivers and heavy breath
Your love is like a bullet,
a hollowpoint that tears apart
And through my torn up ribcage
you tear out my icky-sticky
decomposing little heart
The plug is dry, the moneys burnt
and the fabric is bursting at the seams
Freezing cold while soaked in sweat,
where we shuffle between these kafkaesque scenes
Her voice is calm
and seemingly steady
but her hands can't hide that feeling
of scratching at the walls inside your head
while clawing at it's ceiling
Here comes the flood, polluted thoughts,
shards of glass that splinters
The toxic streams that trickles down
into massive corrosive rivers
The snare, the pills, the bottle,
the bullet, the leap or the switchblade
Baby say's she'd like a match
and watch the whole world dance
and smile as they incinerate
Treading through the hailstorm,
deranged by our silent oath and quiet creed
That men are but demons
and you get eaten or you feed
Man made god in his image
or so I want to believe
As I force this poor man to the ground
pleading on his knees
If god made man in his image,
what does that make me with this knife?
I'm Atropos pulling strings,
while he begs me not to slice
The voice inside is quiet
and I can't tell what's right from wrong
My compass has been shattered
So I whip the piece until it's silent,
until I am just what I feel
hollow, frayed and alone
The hoodie's up
and my heartbeat cracks its cage of bones
My hands belongs to a stranger now,
to the ruthless apex that sits upon my throne
A shot of lightning rips a hole
across the concrete heaven
I recall my every sin,
and man,
they are plenty more than seven
The plunger hits the bottom
and behind it drags our lifes
She shivers on the bed
as her eyes explodes
in a mirage of blinding lights
I try to shake the images as
I sink into that same perpetual night
I think about the stars and how they all
fit into your smile
The flashing lights are searing,
my skin is cold,
tender, blue
All these faces stare at me but none of them are you
A bodybag is carried
like a piece of furniture down the flight of steps
Everything is muted,
except the beating in my ears
the growing silence in my chest
I walk the boulevard of grime and stare up at the stars
The heaven stole your eyes,
those yellow speckled sparks
I walk the boulevard of missing what I had
and neglecting what I've got
The heavens say my name and darling
I will be there in a shot
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