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The groundThe ground is so cruel, always closing his zipper.Had they seen you?I know they had?Green I always been GREEN.But the Ground!? The walls?!To think!! To Imagine!!They have more star than me!!Seeing you…I know they do!Desire rottens!To think!! To imagine!!That you and the ground had a walk together!The same ground that chained me up… …maybe……just maybe…You were here I know you were….to think….to imagine…The ground is the only thing we share.
The MournerI am a mourner with no one dead.I weep, I shriek… “La Llorona” is afraid of me.My ghosts are here and there.Shoo! Go Away!You are still alive! Don’t deny!Stupid memories, so photoshoped.Ghostly wails make me cry in my never-ending black hide.Please! Stop!All of you still live!…Just away from me.I am a mourner with none one dead.Living in eternal grief.
SincereI have a feeling I will never be sincere again.Lies,Like a drug you want to do it again.Everyone does it too, I can see it their eyes.Burning eyes and knives in their back.Oh! I see!They been stabbed before.Stabbedy-Stab!Just like me.I won’t be sincere again.I will sew my mouth with a golden thread.Will cut my heart and locked away… seems like I lost the key.The red thread is still around…Can’t hide that, but I can pretend.I stopped being sincere,Smiling at the world, ready to lie.
Forgotten FruitA dried up apple, way too mature.Standing on a dirty rack,waiting for the apocalypse.No Eve came,Maybe she did but it was too green;too green to be truly sinful.Desire leads to eternal misery,waiting to drying and rotting.The seeds have no future...maybe they never did.They are better off dead.The dried up apple stands.Its lust is all gone…turned to dust.From juice to dust…waiting for the apocalypse.