Bloodied Rust

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Don’t chase after your nightmares; they might chase after you.

I chased the wrong kind of dreams, and now they’re chasing me. 

I can’t stop them; they’re inflicting irreversible pain unto me.

They have come for me and I know it.

Their claw marks burn and their bites make me ache.

I drown the dying screams with synthetic happiness. 

It’s stitched with fake love and patched with false hope.

The nightmare breeders tear the stitches apart and swallow the patches whole.

Tears can’t cleanse the bloodied rust from the walls. 

Don’t be like me.

Chase your dreams, not your nightmares.

Or else your nightmares will chase you.

Hope must exist somewhere.

Why?

Because I’m still living.

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Rusted Love and Oil

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Forgive me for my rust.

Forgive me for my aged trust.

Forgive me for my heart revolves around us.

Take me, for I am yours tonight.

Hot skin on skin, burning ecstasy building up from my core, building through, through, through… up from my sacred root, to my spine, creating and uncontrollable shiver… bursting through my crown. Release…

I feel you within me as I am within you. My aged trust, melted by the friction of endless love, lubricated from head to toe, even exchange of frequencies. Fluid as sweet as honey, endless like an eternal sea, melting the sting of ice and hate, created by winds of broken lust. Release…

Hardness into the endless silk, silk onto the soothing, soft density of a mass built by the song created from true love. Clenching of muscles, hot, and tingling, the thrill of enticement, let me into your secret chamber. The equal physical exchange of love spreading from our heads to our feet. Feverish desires met by movement, a secret tango, a gentle waltz, a spicy salsa, leading to a hot and frisky fox trot. Release…

Zest, like you have never seen before. Gentle, fast, slow, controlled… Supple sweetness, something I have never tasted before. We have become one. Addiction. I can’t get enough of you, I just want more. Don’t stop, never stop, never. Release…

Rust washed away into a brand new, shining, glistening sense of self.

Broken and aged, melded and formed into a new statue, a monument of trust.

A heart once coated with ice, melted away… I absorb the love from your sweet embrace. 

Take me, I’m yours tonight.

Take me, I’m yours forever.

I will always love you.

 

 

Anger Written on Pages

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My heart mourns today.

I need to clean out my thoughts.

They’re made of old dust.

My wings feel so heavy now.

Made of steel and rust.

Rust comes from rotten decay.

Pure anger scalds me.

I refuse to lift my head.

I pray for the day.

I pray for the end of pain.

Specifically mine.

Darkness is my clear path now.

I miss the light path.

I wish I had the answers.

The answers to heal.

I wish for a fuller heart.

My needs are endless.

My halo excretes old sludge.

My head feels heavy.

The chicken scratch surrounds me.

They reflect my thoughts.

This world is cold.

I feel cold all on my own.

Icy hands and feet.

Burning heat from within me.

When will this game end?

I am forever immortal.

This was not my choice.

But the anger was my choice.

There’s no turning back.

Forward march my friend.

-Alex