comatose

i gave my heart away to know your joy and to know your pain
ive broken down my walls to welcome your morning light and your rain

you put your heart in my hands so i'd be gentle
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no let ups, incessant, maddening
this unpredictable phase, popping up, changing, fading
havent i been here long enough in your fool's masquerade
wore each and all of your mask in this labyrinth ball, but for whom
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they come they leave sometimes they stay awhile
linger on me a bit longer and make me feel desire
for these unending yearnings are numb from overuse
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fingers trembling hush it'll end soon
never again will you search the night by the light of the moon
cant you see my feet are all too weaken
yet nowhere did i find a place to soothe your ache
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oh that smell i knew it oh so well
so well
anything of hers
was that her smile
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she wrote herself in a page
she's the hands on her face quieting down the chanting of her years:

life's a cut on the wrist and its beauty's a shroud
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the sincerity in your eyes is washing me offshore
mumbling as we touch the unspoken word
the meaning had been left to rot in past days
and in clouded skies
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i serve what is right
it is my companion
it is my master
it is my slave
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he lives with his gnawing plan that had been eating him inside out
is this freedom is this worse?
but if youre held by an untieable knot you should free yourself with a cut
if you cant find a way to cope
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sa may bintana nakadungaw ka na naman nag iisip
kanino bang mukha ang dyan sa ulap mong pinagmamasdan ang pinipilit mong makita
ang yong mga mata ay ang ilang taong pagdungaw
simbigat ng yong pag hihintay
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...

the sheets are blemished and stained and her sandal broke a mirror
scattered to pieces into the red bedroom floor
redenned by the cascading blood from the bed where she lays still and with gaps and been consumed for the pleasure of the sound and sight of desperation that thrilled the blood
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pa pino pino kapa sa harap ko alam ko namang meron nang pumapatong at tang inat nanakawan pa ako
halik sa pisngi lang ba ang katumbas ng labing limang taon na ipinamalagit inilago mo dito sa poder ko
me katas pang tira at yun ay aking karapatan
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did i not pray for just a slight mitigation of your frugality
spend a little on me
maybe a pair of scissors to cut his sweet forked tongue to pieces
because i feel indebted to the bruises on my knees
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