Enemy of sleep
First of my kind
Swallowing my pride
Like the sunrise
Eternally stranded
Hit me with a deepshot
I think I've been here before
Waiting for the tide
Fucking a fleshlight
Flash of light
Thorn in my side
Flushing out my sickness
Kissing you is dangerous
But I like it
My mind in circles
Tethered to the lies
Between your teeth
The faucet pouring
An illustration of hope
I think I'm beginning to come undone
I think I'm beginning to understand this pulse
Lasso the moon
Oh, how the blood rushes
Paradise is a colour
Decorated with driftwood and dull flames
Chained to bliss
A dynasty of divinity
Claiming this insatiable land
Soaking in the ashes of a sacred relic
Reduced to a fine powder
And here I am, a prodigal habit
Heavenward
On a throne of rapture.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Another oxymoron.
Care to elaborate or do you usually just leave vague statements on other people's work? What oxymoron? Another? Are you referring to me?
Mostly. I wondered if the prodigal habit, you write of leads heavenward.
Excuse my passive aggressiveness before hand (because your original oxymoron comment was so vague I wasn\'t sure if it was a passing statement or criticism). Pretty much hit the nail on the head. Sort of excessively decadent, chasing highs. The things I love are the things that are killing me, type. Being hedonistic, living in the moment. Very indulgent line. Pleasure is Heaven, blah blah blah. You get the picture. Although I'd hardly say it's an oxymoron.
I just love the word. If I am on the scent it smells like my past.
I am not critical and I thank you for your understanding.
As that song once said-heaven is a place on earth...
I hope you find it x.
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