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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