Sydney La Roche

Ingrained inside my coffee-stained soul,
Is a sweet vanilla-fudge toffee flavoured hole,
With a damsel in distress: A Disney Princess,
With a cigarette-smile, spouting sentiments I can't repress.
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Poverty. He wants me.
He infects me like HIV.
Like a cancer of the soul,
Of which I can't let go.
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Why can't keys and broken pens pierce the skin?
Why must I venture into the kitchen?
Is there nothing sharp underneath my bed,
So I can secretly shed my old hide?
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I appreciate this battle's lost.
Velvet violins dulcify despair.
Tabla's pound and pennies are tossed,
As angelic anguish adorns the air.
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Agony lasts an eternity.
It dims with time but never dies,
Like heiroglyphs adrift in time.
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Swallowing silence burns like Tesco Value Vodka.
The time-bomb-clock's tick-tock's stop in shock,
At the painful pining, reminiscent of a battered toddler.
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Reason and logic are cruel mistresses.
Reality lures me into dangerous lands,
Like a flag for a bull, they wave their red dresses
And entrap me inside these razor-torn hands.
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You, with the turbulent spark in your eyes,
Disgrace me with counterfeit decorum;
And feed me with your artifice and lies.
My eyes shut tight, I approach the forum...
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I have nothing to say.
Not a single line.
It all sounds the same.
It all sounds benign.
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I don't lust for imprisonment,
Or ignorance of a blissful life.
I place trust into my torment,
Bleeding like my veins through time.
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Stop! I really love you!
But you're just too far away...
And yes. I've been unfaithful.
And yes. I am to blame.
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I don't know what I'm feeling, or what I'm faking anymore.
My only indicator to the pain thats real,
Are my tears.
But I dont know what triggers them.
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What right do you have to divulge in such dissonance?
What right do you have to pass judgements?
For every butcher and betrayer does suffer, perchance.
For who would desire a mind that torments?
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I could dazzle you with my long words.
I could intrigue you with my free verse.
I could reach for my thesaurus.
I could encite it with a chorus.
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