Jacob Biehl Poems

I make my way through the snow,
of the way many went, but not yet come,
I made my way through that sticky snow,
upon which lies a sickly sight.
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My love for you was bulletproof.
I still remember where it all went wrong,
I was suspicious, you were aloof,
but you would sing your siren's song.
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Everything bugs me, every thing reminds me,
Reminds me of you, of my pain and misery.
Mama help me I've been hurt,
rounds punch me with every burst,
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when people hurt you, they try to tape the wound, your not better,
another bump, however small, you will shatter,
they try to fill the gap with glue, a flood of misery will erode it, heat of anger will melt it's seams,
but the mirror always reflects light of sincerties, warm glow of love will melt it together again.
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Nail, nail, raining nails,
pins me down in a falling hail.
Blood, blood, runs down the wall,
at least now my soul won't fall.
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I'm burning in water, drowning in fire,
yet you call that a knife? take it out and try again.
I'm scarred and scabbed, but I'm still breathing.
you'll think I'll crawl after such a small beating?
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If I were to scratch at my imperfections,
it would rain blood for days,
everything grows colder, as my hope grows darker.
But it's OK, I wanted to suffocate anyway!
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Do you really hate the end?
Embracing an eternal and peaceful slumber?
All we can ask that it's painless,
To go quickly and without regret.
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Tonight we'll unite under full moon's rise,
Help me take them by surprise.
Even we have our pride and battle cries.
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Now I lay me down to sleep,
pray the lord my soul to keep,
if I die before I wake,
pray the lord my soul to take,
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