Jacob Wentz

You are nothing, you have no shades of scarlet.
Yet they still adore your fondant lull.
As if you have talent, you are no prophet.
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petals will stain the muddy root.
As ruby stained looks you hide.
The tansies know under is a brute.
They don't judge they are snide.
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I wish you weren't here as my lips bloom.
Even though I don't want to lure you in, I still sing my song.
You look like a fool drinking tea made from foxglove.
so blind that you don't even notice my vines starting to
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I wish you weren't here as my lips bloom a sweet grassland we
got to live by the mill.
You were so good to us coming to water us every night in Mali.
the sun had different views through snake like jealousy took aim.
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As I see the growths from your coffin a green rose
I miss you so much as might skin digs with envy.
Everyone abandoned you leaving your corpse froze.
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Festering tongue only made of cinnamon.
Sickly sweet chords horribly sung like poison.
Thinking that I'm just innocent naïve and a simpleton.
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As cute honey flowers cannot show my heart.
As the love is so pure it makes me sick.
I dance and sway in between lines with how I feel about you.
The petals dance with my feet tangling me.
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Everything in my eyes fogs and distorts and my hands start to tremble.
the paper staring back at me and the shredded remains of wood and metal.
gray ivy and pink irises staring at me waiting for me to fix their cyclops curse.
I don't know how to fix you my hands keep wanting to give I think we both need a nurse.
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painted walls drip from a pearl iridescent shine on rich gold.
platters of foods all dripped in a yellow shimmer of fondue.
a meal of the gods that any greedy person would easily pursue.
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wire strains from your eyes with made up sea crashed idols.
as you beat your fingers against anything you can each touch like blasted cymbals.
as you pick your throat with a voice so harsh and demanding to make even drowned noodles -
go stiff. with you tormenting everyone else with a gopher-Ish sickly sonata.
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Painted reindeer lights stain your walls years before their time.
As you spit out angles and number without directive sight.

Dragging everyone down with your standards demanding everything all at once in a mangled byte
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such a snake shimmering luster and greed there is nothing that you don't need.
fangs and bite leaving gasoline splattered over the orange skies complete.
skies fading into neon pink sparkling fruitful with tiny shards ok blue to decorate.
you are to feed on the gluttony of the skies color we all know it its hard to hide your hunger.
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