Text Poetry #1

Im fading
Its raining music
The flys bleeding my dead body dry
The victim makes us wait, deserves his fate... in my mind alone i could change his path
Falling voices, waking silence, the rain on the roof overhears my unlikely solitude, in my mind alone
Rising chaos, a new dream rebelling, grey dawn amazes the roses, frightens the poets
Writing a peace treaty for matchboxes
And the ring on my finger is only a smoke ring. Smoke and mirrors. 
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Thunder plagues the stained ceiling and open window and the drug drains, my ability to comprehend, an hour
Stolen words and open wounds, sharpened swords and smoke filled tombs, his fabricated destiny, rejecting me
The truth is in the glance
Of chronological
Reality
Strung out off the northern lights a circular emotion to tell the truth, s l o w 
m o t i o n  applause
There is a higher limit at the speed of slow disease
A three piece suit in green
Look in the mirror sometime!!!!!!
Gypsy genocide in paper hats. I have the last laugh, it would have gone on
Take a shot to the head, consumed by extasy
She smiles in harmony
And by breathless i mean fragile
Drowning in the Liquid falsetto of the aftermath
No warning
The public, received
Passion
Shadows on the wall
Dripping acidic, a fire in the rain
The playlist of my words, my conscience silent
The sky is a blank wall. In this room the smell of addiction
He points a finger and slays me, slowly, my generation lost in translation, all the way back. But i ride.
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