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Amanda
And now I know nothing good of her
angels are morbid parody
farce and reindeer alike
she's gonna live alone forever
the mask she bares is slipping for stares
And we both know ghosts exist
shining dreary as tall stoic houses
they conjure the little in me for bigger sighs
as I laid awake pining for her embrace
smitten sickly with half a sad face
move into fracture, cold stretch to soul
I see with dead eyes to brighter holes
ocean wash me of her ficticious beauty
feel the weight of raw surface upon my arms
rude awakenings are no longer born of alarm clocks
how a pretty face spawns the sea of false chase
deliver me steel gothic princess, thorns around her waist
You remind me of disposable personalities, shitty music
and the reason I fall for the same bricks and walls
waste for you, I wasted real words on you
poetry for weepy harlots banquet, appetite for abandonment
delicate red roses that wither in some garbage bag
I know you'll give those eyes to jackal fangs
another animal from dark shade and soft fade
why I waded for the girl of my dreams?
Just another ghost to come in my rose garden
