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THE ROOM AND BLOOD
The room and blood
Dried jello cake mix
Your love and torment
Joke with me no
I'm in pain
I'm in your pain
The radio cold floors
A blanket empty bed
Where are you
Wait a hour or
Wait a life time it is all the same
Forty watts of light
Cigarettes and tears
Love less the total
A negative figure
Where are your arms
Where is your warm breath
Guitar strings and tape machines dirty boots
Make up a whimful day day dream
Touch the back of my neck
Rub my back
Toothpaste and brush old make-up
An album a clock set
The working day ahead
Telephone no ring
Sad thought filled head
Against a pillow
Tear dropped stained night again
Your face
Your hands
Your body
A blank page left to fill with crumbs
Toast cookies crackers and madness
The hate of a thousand years
It pours out on the carpet floor
Feeling smashed with bitter truth
Shed that childish grin
Now witness pain
There has been only love
only love this far
For the hope
of this now
violent moment
Soft white skin thrashed
Open wounds wait for salty hands
touch
Such a sad but happy day
With the rope
the rope you hang from
the journey begins
Lips pressed against a virgin thigh
kiss
Hands cling to a soft arched back
tingle
Here with bitterness
Here with cold frustration
There is warmth and love
kiss
Hurt transposed to lust
In a living room of pain
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