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Socialite
05:12
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Strobing haze behind the door
Marble’s made for feet like yours
Diamonds cut from jealous eyes
Spit champagne on the floor
Nacre coats the parasite
Barbed inside the socialite
How long have you been out here?
Face down on the floor
How long have you been out here?
Unconscious in splintered pearls
I’ll show you mine you show me yours
Money floats and changes form
Penthouse walls secreting gold
In a thousand years will all be yours
I love what you’ve done to me, babe,
Though it’s not real.
Now it pours out onto the floor
Where I once kneeled.
All I have are these pieces of pearl
And all I am is fear
I will crawl to these outstretched hands
As they ask, “how long have you been out here?”
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Wine
03:58
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I do not have the words to say what i must to you. The ones i know slide off this nebulous orb and hit the floor of my mind like sandbags. Indefinite waves ricochet where language is inadequate. I saunter towards you, mouth zipped shut, weighed down by these sandbag words disassembled into meaningless syllables. Dead weight. The orb still haunts me. I produce an empty wine glass from my pocket and place it on the floor. After staring into your eyes for a time, i ram my fist from the top of the glass to the ground, shattering the lip and driving the jagged stem through my fingers into the palm skin of my hand. Blood seeps from the center and washes the tiny shards along the edge of the pool. I pull the icicle stem from my hand and lay it sideways on the ground, delivering another blow. Blow after blow, cut after cut, the glass has disintegrated into crystal snow. My skin hangs off my fingers like the fringe of a leather jacket. Delivering my message, I look up from the dark pool and find you have left again. In your place is the familiar orb, destroyer of words, indifferent to my bleeding wreck. For the first time in forever I feel rage. I jump at the orb and try to wrestle it from the sky. It tries to shake me loose, like a life ring in a hurricane. Eventually I wrestle it into the ground and crush it into my chest. It explodes into yellow smoke and immediately something becomes obvious to me. The elusive message that took so long to capture. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything that I have done. I’m sorry for every person I have been. I never wanted to hurt you and I would destroy myself if it made the world better for you. I stand up and call your name with no response. I step to look for you, but I fall to the floor. I am losing so much blood. The circle of blood and glass extends far beyond my feet, coagulating into a diamond encrusted scab on the concrete. Now my face is on the ground, and shapes are pushing the corners of my vision to the center. Perhaps it is better this way. With my last breath I throw my apology into the wind, hoping it will be carried to you. More words come to mind, diluting to letters, then lines, then the color of black.
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Disrapture
05:49
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Ringing through the city
Pouring from the sky
A promise to annihilate
A calling to survive
I never thought it’d come to this
All the things I’ve heard before
Now I can not overcome this
Now I’m kneeling at your door
I ruled it out. I sucked it dry
I locked myself up just so I could create a lie
But when I heard you walking down the hall
I knew I couldn’t hide.
So I killed the person I once was
so I could show you what was inside.
Thought I’d escaped this time
But here we are again
Let you pollute my mind
Same old spikes move through my hands
My life - All my time
Jostled around in my flesh
This wasted life - This hopeless mind
Close my eyes and become drenched
Never thought I’d have to do the things that I do now
Never in my life
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Icon
06:46
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Kudzu
06:12
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I Can't Do This Anymore
10:09
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Disrapture Productions Denver, Colorado
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