puppet eyes.

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i’ll crawl into your head at night. through your ears. with devil-controlled eyes. reaching your untouchable filth. the thrill of getting caught. mesmerized by your leaking thoughts.

i’ll scrape the walls of your brain. sneak behind your vision. control your puppet eyes. a grand demonstration of what no one else saw. remind you of why you wanted me out of your mind.

what a celebration of our devil-controlled eyes.

x

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starry eyed

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blind to the bone, i saw nothing but the pretty pattern of the pores on your back. white sheets, heat waves, bodies melt aside. you were hot to the touch but i wasn’t afraid. you said you know my kind. you know exactly how we are. you said people such as i jump clouds and are starry eyed, and that we’re your favorite kind.

x

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imagine the thrill

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breaking through circular cycles, a vast movement has occurred on behalf of our change-resistant hearts. an unexplained, randomly desired phenomena- we’re just chasing the rush today.

step up and tell me you’re in. steal the earth’s warmth and spread its energy. break into motels. chase adventure without an explanation. imagine the thrill.

x

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frozen crystals.

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there’s a vessel in your heart that’s screaming louder than the rest. it’s the attention-craving kind; the type that won’t let the world overlook.

but there lies a corner in your spirit that won’t compromise.

so you tiptoe away and hide in a hollow moment by yourself. screams lost in shadows. sounds cancel each other out.

frozen crystals tumbling down your naked spine.

x

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thunder // lightening.

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the thunder keeps us on our toes, we claim. the break of dawn is when we feel the most. grab a cup of tea, come back to bed. it’s a healing process; peel enough layers and you’ll forget where you started.

with legs intertwined, perhaps a trap will make you stay. and we’ll remain laying in bed watching the lightning till the morning. because the thunder is quite comforting. the sky doesn’t deserve to be happy if we’re not happy. it’s just more fair that way. or so we claim.

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