Which One Of You Sold My Shadow?

Southwest Winds

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We
dug through our passions
until our
bones
broke
and our
blood drained
until we were nothing
when our blood left
we were left with
this.


Waste 17 Dead Brain Cells!

We don't need no wood
to rebuild you
no, we got all the wood we need
just took you down from your
cross.
Come on, don't give me that look.
This is what you wanted!
The passion!
The excitement!
Experience! You can't trade it in
now
because you got caught.

You're miles from being on the right track.

Spongecakes!

You're not the only one with problems ya know?
-she let slip out between exhales and puffs of her symbolic suicide
You aren't the only one to bleed onto the soil,
the words mark the exit we decided to take in our quest
for sanity
maybe normalcy
but the wind stings so cold each and every night
maybe this is
wrong?

I'm fighting so hard just to hear my
own voice again
but I'm so tired
and I'm so thirsty.

Jesus' Favorite Vacation Spot.

You told the sun and
you sold my secrets to the wind
and now the sky will frown upon me
the seasons will ostracize me
the coming of night will creep over me
like death
and every day the heat will
wash over me, like the dirges of the sea
and the evenings will shun me.