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Somewhere out there, someone's standing behind a window. Staring through the glass and watching small specks of light appear one by one on the horizon. Watching the skyline unravel before her eyes and smiling to herself. If she blinks, it might change, she might miss it. She looks closer. Beetle like cars on silver ribbons weave themselves in and out of buildings beneath the inky sky. Under the silence, people drift in and out of dreams, hypnagogic imagery floating behind their eyes. It can almost be seen against the black backdrop. This is life. Stars add such beautiful contrast to the drowsy clouds that circle the city. Underneath the bla

She glides across the stage making it look effortless. She may be the most beautiful woman to decorate this withering planet. Everyone she knows longs for her life, they only see her superficial exterior. She's hiding the truth but like the professional she is she keeps it inside. The audience's eyes don't break away from her dancing figure. She shows such grace and class but it's acting. The peak of the show is coming, the audience cry aloud and she weeps inside. She isn't allowed to let it out and let them know she can't take it any longer. The curtain goes down The show is over. The pain goes on.

I want to be happy. I want to lean against the wind and feel that childlike joy when you roll in freshly cut grass, your wild hair shading those sensitive eyes from the sun. The sky will be a patchwork quilt of buttercup yellow, vivid blues with licks of lilac paint. I will wrap myself up in my rainbow, gleaming and dazzling. I want to giggle uncontrollably until my ribs ache with smiles and dreams. I want to be beautiful. That careless, shameless and effortless beauty beheld by glossy models or famous heroines. My rusty ringlets will hang over sexy eyelashes and crimson lips, just longing to be bitten. I'd be passionate and lusted over by e

I used to like to dip you in my tea. Run you round my rim, longing you to fall in. Just to see you be consumed by the earl grey, or monkey around with the pg tips. Slip of the tongue always comes quick. You were nothing special, a value digestive, not chocolate laced or walnut whipped. Just bland. Yet your words caught on the back of my throat, making me splutter and spew. All for you. The relationship staled. The cracks began to show, mould began to grow. Pity that. Last time I began to let you in, one final dip of sugar dusted lust, was all It took, never giving a second look. You broke in two, half for me, half for you. Floating to that

Sleep, Says mummy. For no one likes drowsy passion. I don't appreciate fine art, But that gleam in your eyes, Shines so familiar. And that sweet taste of tobacco, Lingers on your breath. Fairytales don't exist, Says daddy, As he runs his grubby hands Over my smile. How can you have travelled the world, Without leaving the city? Heaven is a special word... Reserved only for those Who cry.

Deep in a built-up crypt, a pure white sheet covers an off white body, an innocent hanging between Earth and purgatory. A rank smell drifts off into the unadulterated wind. His sobbing mother bathes his once proud loins; now all that remains is oozing skeleton. His torn and bloodstained shirt is stuffed in his mouth, from hearing his tortured scream, the rats fled; they knew their work was done. The fever rises once more and the pock marked flowers form a macabre mural on his breast, where but days ago lay another flower; a single pink carnation. His buxom bride is gone too; soon after she was deflowered she found her flowers had arrived ba

The city heaves hungrily, spitting up sin-black bats and neon painted streetlamps. If you stare at the raindrops that flitter fresh on the tarmac, they don't shine rainbow soft- they're fused with the dull bright ache of the night-light. Like the rusted rancid smell of dancing fumes, they've been there forever. Still just waiting and rotting in the shadow. The street is lined with rock and death dripping out of the gutter. A creature not wolf nor human- monsters of that kind are now a common breed in this cluster of death- cries a hollow echoless cry that is caught in the heart of the city and regurgitated into the night.

She doesn't know how she got here, but she knows why. Lying under the monster, her heart flicking softly, Like a broken guitar. She doesn't know her name, and she doesn't know why. Since she left the homeland, she isn't who she is, And she gave up searching. She doesn't know her father, but she knew the replacement. And maybe if she replaces over and over again, The void in her chest will be filled. She doesn't know her face, with the carved eyes and lips. She prefers to imagine the little girl she never was, Who never needed. She doesn't know how she got here, but she knows why. Lying under the monster, her heart flicking, Soft

The prescence of envy, That looms in the night, And the sweet savoured splender, Of my impure delight. I bite the forbidden fruit, The apple of her eye And watch the guilt-ridden couple, Called you and I. A turn of her back, And she'll understand, When I catch her innocent teardrops, In my guilty hand. The red accusing flames, Flicker in high heat, And one hundred apeasing followings, Lick her blessed feet. Hide me in the wardrobe, Until she passes by, I'll sit in silence amongst your boots, But yet I hear her cry. Victory hangs in equal choice, Yet it's me who hangs the blame, The man is let off on an easy road, And I