Urge

A recipe for a hazard built out of scraps
 Time is but a putrid conception
 To get loose from this drug-fuelled romp
 A lighting second take out your breath
 Deeper and nastier, discriminate
 The sense of right or wrong
 Express core will tremble
 Neurotic obsession knows no rest
 No brighter path
 On a stash of sugar truths
 Pain
 Ostracize the taste of men
 Death
 Satisfaction by passion
 Urge
 Decimation in darkness
 Madness embrocates my breath
 The ocean of being rips us apart
 The fall of the wanderer amuses his master
 Distance, closure, love
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 Pleasant numbness
 Psychic structure
 Skin exudation
 Unsavory thoughts
 A mold covered nest
 Teardrops
 Empty conscience
 Flanked by a timbered realm
 
 Under the orb
 Of a pale blue sky
 Awareness lips
 Celestial candlelight
 Whispers of silence
 So sacred above
 Dogged with your unsettling whisper
 Doting eyes staring down at them
 Endless seclusion is the only choice
 Factual desire is a fable
 The deaf will surpass its creator
 Splitting their lives apart
 Shrilling of silver tongues
 Future dreams deep down in codeine spoons
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 Swallowed by the almighty dictator
 Who wrote their noxious code
 No blood pressure cut down on your throat
 Full pleasure on our sculpture of flesh
 How to transcend this sensual emptiness
 This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks
 Cut stems, struggling to put down feet
 What saint strained so much
 Rose on a such lopped limbs to a new life?
 We won't figure out who he is
 But who we are through hearing him
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 Discomfort and humour
 Pain
 For the blank scum
 Death
 We miss our desire
 Urge
 I miss having lust