Patrick Tincher Poems

Run
Run in shame boy
Try and hide your damned crime
From all the world to see
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Have you ever felt the gut wrenching horror of being impaled by your lover
What about your brother
You sat and laughed as I was impaled by those and more
Not to mention my corpse on display waiting to be picked to pieces
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I've been beat down
Shot down Yet I kept coming back
The pain grew in a red stain
Ever growing on my shirt
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Welcome to the ballroom of decay
Where the band plays songs speaking of dilapidated lives and forlorn hope
The guests came alive and dance very much dead
The mirrors show no one one the dance floor
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I gaze into your eyes and see straight into your heart
I see fears and insecurities
Your heart appears to me as a sepulcher
A place to store the dead
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I want you out of my life
Every word you breath is a putrid lie
As if you want blood raining from a blackened sky
Your life is just one hypocrisy
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My heart bleeds no more
It has been wrung dry
The last dropp sent in a tumbling plummet
Splashing into your silver chalice
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If I were a vampire
You a day lily
Would be my bride
Tracing the veins of your stem with my ice cold hands
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I feel these demons
Welling up in my chest
They scream release
Yet I lay weeping knowing what they take
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I'm struggling
In a pool of blood
Fighting for one breath
Push me down
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