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Wine of My Scars
At 4:22 p.m. on 2005-03-09


Mad at the world
Mad at my fate
Mad at the universe
Mad at my hate

I cussed you because I loved you
I cursed you because I hated you
I killed you because I die too
Every time I think of losing you

Every time I think of losing you
My heart is a hole that sucks life in
Yours, mine, the world of men
It’s not enough just to love me
I need it all
I suck you dry like a leech
I eat your soul, your confines I breach
It’s not enough just to have you
I want the whole world to love me
And even that’s not enough

I make myself a whore for the world to fuck
Because I can’t love myself
I want everyone to love me
But how can they when I don’t realize what love is?
I put myself in the limelight
It’s a good disguise for my flaws
I ache to touch the cracks in my mask
But for all of the pain they cause

I drown it all away
La fee verte, the wine of my scars
Paint my pain black and blue
Make it something visible so you know how much it hurts me, not you

See the scars all over me
So many that you can’t see me
So I hide in this likeness
Pain painted
Like a canvas of dirt and holocaust


Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12

Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday




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