Sebastien St. Fellmore Poems

where is she that knows my mind so well
one in the same in this lonely hell
marks for the con-men, the pawns, the shells
played by ignorance right into this cell
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o! jesus
rodentesque survival, share the confusion
dead-lust and necrophilia injections
the live bacterium, no other substitute, y'know
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brighter days in waning brilliance
it's story told he slips back over the edge
giving way to the centre stage
famous nights and brightest lights
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performances candle-lit
practiced and practiced the outbursts and sobs
the short, little gasps solidify the act
fell again and again for it
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ghost emotions erupt clouds float the sky
poisoned tendernesses drowned in the neighbour's pool
bigger than all the woods the moon smiles upon
cancerous lesions contain biblical prophecies
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pestilence copulates
infest the cities
madness in disease
contact lost contacts
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lovers lay in a star-lit room -
midnight flowers, about to bloom
within one another,
shared with no other.
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insert the paper at the push of a button
and watch as the scars and lacerations appear
as black as the night separated from the moon
with ink as cold as waters yet to be waded in
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seemed like the wind was in on it
paranoia has no new effects
for the decrepit playing second youth
the skies darken with fallen angels
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breath stank of trust
honesty was the taste between her legs
her breasts and submission were one in the same
conquest was given under the guise of being stolen
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