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Date Posted: 10:11:02 04/25/11 Mon
Author: Vincent Callahan
Subject: Black-Hole Heart

There's a black-hole in my chest that never rests
It only eats away at the Universe, fixed on the art of Death
Nothing here because nothing's left
It's feeling like the prequel to a last breath
A lot less of more and a little more of less
This metaphor extends, bends at the seams
Changing the shape of meaning
Leaning more towards a comatose state than dreaming
Seen it with your own two eyes, seeing is believing
Relieving how at evening the Moon takes the spotlight
I could've made this a sacred holiday
Guess this is the pastlife that got away
Can't return this soul to it's proper state
It's desecrated, dirty and dingy
The doors to understanding scream, "Unhinge me!",
If it's a bing week then I'm hiding your syringe
Life is Hell, you can't control your wails and grins
Smiles and cries, smirks and sobs
We're gonna drop this band and get real jobs
We kill the awkward silence with the noise of life
I know it's a ploy when you act all coy and nice
Insulting my intelligence, a slope so slippery
Your attitude just adds insult yo injury
I want to free your heart from the heavy locks
For you, it's all new, you just want your cherry popped
I think you're deadly but it makes me feel alive
Your stupid teenage hands can tell no lies
I'm an old soul enamored with Lolita
The sad part it's more expensive to keep her
The Godiva with the pack of Virginia Slims
Wanna take her out, have to get it in
Want to be the subliminal imagery in her images.

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