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The moonlight weighs heavy on my tongue
Like the chains that aid your bloodlust
And the red silk that muffles your name

I’m lost, somewhere between you and the oak tree
That still stains palms red, even years into the future
After the axe first learned of its taste for rich sap

Splinters cut into my flesh, drawing blood and egg whites
To carry the secrets of life to your lips and to my belly
Where they fade as quickly as the light held in my eyes

Teach me a lesson
Only the broken ever learn
One of humiliation and murder
©2008-2010 ~x-SilentScreams-x
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Author's Comments

I tried to make the last three lines fit, and I hope they do. :/

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This is very good :) I definitely got a fuller understanding of the story here. The last line does seem a little broken, but at the same time, it makes sense and really ties the poem together.

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The sleep of reason produces monsters - Fransisco Goya
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Lovely. So much better. :heart:

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Ideas are bulletproof, until you're actually at gunpoint.
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Thanks :) I'm glad you like it.

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Needled stems induce a scarlet coma with flames to burn the scars.
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:)

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The sleep of reason produces monsters - Fransisco Goya
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I shivered so hard...

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I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. ~Richard Wright

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