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Just Not Today







Just Not Today



I hear that pitter patter/
Of rain softly kissing outward/
Lifting pallors/
Stained bitter, scowling/
By distant battles/
We'd never admit nor answer/
To, its not real, imagined/
If we simply act with/
Listened action/
Simmered passion/
And with a fraction/
Of the missiles attacking/
Us, an inner drowning/
Killer saddled/
Us with a drifting malice/
And brittle clashing/
Of fists and lashings/
Crystals fashioned/
From littered sadness/
And crippling madness/
Until we happened/
Upon rich nostalgia/
Cause in you I'm free finally/
These lively dreams/
I'd likely seen/
Before when I would sing idly/
Seem like a seed/
I planted to breathe ice and bleed/
Fiery/
Life indeed/
A deep trifle in/
My beaten psyche seems/
To scream violently/
Whenever I'm desiring/
A sleep cycle that/
Doesnt leave knives unleashed/
In my head, a reminder that/
These tyrants/
Only seek pyres/
To burn me on, clean triumphs/
Come as we're lost in space/
With each other/
Lock the gates/
And seek thunder/
And constant rain/
As we wonder/
If a martyr prays/
To rediscover/
The haunting pain/
That keeps coming/
When we walk away/
From serene slumber/
Deep under/
These covers/
Our sheets summon/
Heaven, and we've won this/
Spot as our hollow graves/
Remain empty, we taunt and play/
With Death, because our solemn base/
Is divine, but we still promise fate/
We'll pause charades/
To stop and stay/
Permanently, just not today/
Often change/
Can posture great/
And con you, make/
You believe that you're lost in shades/
Of awful grey/
But the dawn awakes/
An uncommon chain/
Of harbored strength/
As the heart regains/
Its beating/
Leading/
Us from our ponderous weights/
With a throbbing bass/
As the ardor shakes/
With an artful blaze/
So take my hand/
And maybe stand/
Beside me in this wasted land/
Tasteful trash/
Is still a pain to mask/
But today we laugh/
Because the angry batch/
Of angsty crap/
Is safely latched/
To our crazy pasts/
Baby that/
Was a shame we had/
To fake romance/
With a shady match/
But daily tasks/
Add up to mainstream facts/
And aiming at/
A target we vaguely tapped/
Before is angling fast/
With a cadence blast-/
Ed from the aimless backend/
Of cascading brass/
But I've saved some cash/
And maybe thats/
All we need to race the shad-/
Ows, I have no/
Shallow/
Bones left, I'm fading fast/
So climb on the back of this raging black/
Bike and let's chase the last/
Ray's of the sunset's light/
And come to find/
That rumbling right/
Through each others plights/
Gave us another life/
To waste or grab/
In the hazy ash/
Of existence, praying wrath/
Will spare us for one more evening in our Angels' grasp/

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