Blake Nox Gama

I'm the headache in your mind
Hammering your skull, exploding in your veins.
I'm the fire licking your skin, devouring your flesh
And the reason you cannot find.
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I've been taught in early spring
The melodies pounding
Inside my flesh should
Not be allowed to sing and shine, they would
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Hey, Phoebus, why do I still doubt?
When you are so sure and bright
And all trees and living beings go about
Steadily, merrily basking in your light
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We were existentialists
Flirting with Death,
Equilibrists in the abyss
With a burning lust
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It was the time of times
10 of cups! The Star! The Fortune Wheel—
Fortune Wheel? Yep, kid, Time doesn't produce easy rhymes
But the forecast is sunny skies and rainbows, that's an easy deal.
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I woke up from another death
Witnessed by the dark night and bright full moon
I woke up with an aching back, I was crowned with a wreath
Of laurels by the first rays of sunshine, brushing away the feelings of doom.
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I'm trouble, Miss. How do you like your troublesome
Boy with eyes of dusk, occult crafts and words of light?
I'm trouble, pain, antithesis, oxymoron, paradox and the low
Rhyme a breeze whispered in high-winter. I'm a fight
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Does the ember,
Fickle as it might be,
Burns any less hotly
Hampered by the coming storm?
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Kiss her pale fingers
Awoke once again the quiet embers.
I long to hold her,
Yet I know better.
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Those hands point accusingly at me,
Mocking, jeering me
Lambasting me
Arrogant voices, listing all
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I want to hear a song
Louder than these voices.
A song louder than mockery,
Jeering, louder than criticism.
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An eclipse in the sky

And ellipsis in her lips
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Come, come closer

Step on my boundaries,
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"So, tell me, how do you feel? "
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Arrogance seizes the hearts of men
Not with a tyrant's brutish hand
But with the furtive hand of a thief
Stealing from a well-guarded house.
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No elaborate words in a crafty, degrading sentence.
No half-hearted pleas, liquid fear in our veins, the mortal grievance
Of being alive. No chains around my feet, no bondage in my mind,
No begging forgiveness for uncommitted crimes, like you designed.
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