De-fleshed
Laughter that has no depth,
smiles that own no warmth,
They're a relief, and truer now
than when produced unintoxicated.
I am made out of air
and alcohol,
I am softly reclining into
an abusive eternity
of leather caresses
and glass kisses.
Music brushes against
my disconnected mind
and jealously guarded truths
slither from my lips.
I am made out of smoke
and lukewarm acid,
as careless eyelids drop
fright and relief is tearing
at my inhuman shell
and my soul is ever lost.
I am made out of stars
and dotted darkness.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2008-08-05 at 00:51
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