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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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