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The Haunting

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There was a chill in the sigh that escaped your lips

Before your words drove blades into my bruised neck.

I thought I knew it all back when we built this ship.

I thought we could find a shore if I stayed on the deck.

My fingers wore your calluses like they were jewels,

The moonlight made my dark worries seem too small.

While I was asleep, you took the profits and tools,

And you hid the last prophets in my bedroom walls.

“A willing participant, a creature well below me.”

Did I will your cruel plans into my tranquil life?

Once they bury me, will they think of me as a trophy?

Will they ever find the chains, the cages, the knife?

-Jackie

From The Edge Of Eternity

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Let the softness of my fingertips

Curse your heart and curse your lips.

How does it feel to lose control,

Watch your lover lose their soul?

I bet you have regrets and excuses,

You hope to call me a deadly muse.

All you have left are faded words,

Swearing to never lift a sword.

But all I can do is let you sleep,

Yell from the edge of eternity.

Let the memories steal your sanity,

Drown in belated apologies.

-Jackie

Off With The Head

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I burn incense in my room,

I hide masks under my bed.

When the first rose blooms,

Off with your head.

I switch up my tune daily,

I rewrite all your lines.

Violence does not phase me,

It is just a pantomime.

I drink molten wax,

I turn it into eulogies.

My stories never track,

And neither do your apologies.

I burn incense in my room,

I hide masks under my bed.

When the first rose blooms,

Off with your head.

-Jackie

Fresh Daffodils

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What did I do to deserve this?

The spinning elephants, the roaring circus,

The lights wrapping the octagon,

Announcing a battle I have already won…

Why did my house of cards fell?

Joy has one rule – never oversell.

So, I wonder how I got it all wrong

Before the fate finished its favorite song.

Not that I skipped any lessons, no,

I always had some shoes to throw.

I was the kid sitting in the front row,

Re-writing scripts for Broadway shows.

So, what did I do to deserve this?

The fire turning my insides into hubris,

The hot coal beneath my aching feet

And your voice announcing my defeat.

Why did you take the castle down with you?

You promised to never paint it blue.

Now my mind is freezing itself alive,

And no one dares to give you an alibi.

It is you against everyone else again,

You against those you once called friends.

And you watch as the pressure builds

Until we die on your damn hills,

Then you go back to the city,

Looking for fresh daffodils.

-Jackie

Holy

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I’ll write a new letter for every day that you cheat me away from you.

Nothing good ever comes from dimly lit romances in motel rooms.

You knew last week, and you know it now, but you still cannot face it.

Your pride is a smoking gun drawn in the sand and I’m the eraser.

I’ll write a note on my phone for every minute you avoid my glares.

Nothing fair ever comes from kisses stolen through childish dares.

And I hear you outside of my door again, coming up with excuses.

I swear to god, all the great love stories were once mistaken for nooses.

I’ll write a pathetic melody for every year you forget my birthday.

Nothing rosy ever comes from broken glasses in a crystal ashtray.

There’s electricity in the silence you offer me when I feel lonely,

And I wish you knew how this numbness tastes, but you’re too holy.

-JW

Goner’s Lullaby

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When they dragged me away, you swore not to save me.

They dug a hole in the ground for me, baby.

If there is no one left to blame,

You can always blame me.

But do not assign me the shame,

Do not even mutter the words “they made me”.

When the push came to shove, you betrayed me.

I thought your intentions were not hazy.

But you know what they say –

Deceit only serves the lazy.

Stop confusing hunters with their prey,

Your poison is weaker than that of white daisies.

And I know you have long lost the strength to face me.

We do not have all night, baby.

You know the guilt is heavy already –

So, turn around or live with this daily.

I am still standing but my feet are unsteady.

If you just changed your mind, you could still save me.

-JW

Your Creations

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I’m like a dog on a leash barking at the passing cars.

Well, at least that’s what you have to say

About me in smoke filled bars.

But when was the last time you checked my collar?

Was the chain strong enough

To choke my pride with dollars?

And I know you’re paranoid these days, it shows,

Because I no longer howl at the moon

Whenever you feel low.

You’re looking behind your shoulder when it’s quiet

Because you know you taught me well

How to be proudly violent.

It hangs over your head, the confusion and disrespect.

You can’t fix my lust for blood

With a significant check.

And you don’t dare to ever look under your bed –

That’s where I dragged all the corpses

Of those you left for the dead.

So I might be the dog on a leash but I truly believe

You are the man tortured by his own creations

In his sleep.

-JW

Your Paper Crowns

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I walked through fire for you to hold the crown as a prize.

Imagine my surprise

When you told me you can’t recall my name.

Look at the frame,

The one behind your left lying eye

With me holding the barricades in place, head held high.

But go on and call me a traitor,

Soon you’ll be lacking innocent saviours

To sacrifice on hills filled with sports cars.

And trust me – I’ll walk through fire again to burn down your farce,

I’ll go to hell if it means you’re coming

To get a little loving

From the prince of lies himself.

He would put your face on the highest shelf

Of poor runner-ups

But you would never make a fuss

Because your head would be laminated,

Tongue dilated,

As I let your lips parch

While all those you’ve betrayed since last March

Take away your dignity and leave you to fight alone.

You’re not allowed a word or a moan.

They, too, walked through fire to hold the prize.

Imagine their surprise

When you swore that a paper crown would suffice.

-JW

Part IV: After the heist

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We’re hiding in sketchy houses, digging through rusty mailboxes,

Burning bonfires indoors and only surviving through some proxies.

Her hair on my stomach, she’s counting what we’ve finally earned.

I’m watching with a knot in my stomach, I’m seeing she’s not concerned.

My fingertips pulsate on the skin of my lover, I’m burning alive.

An adrenaline rush captures me, take a knee or a shameful nosedive.

The roof of this shack we’re living in leans on my last sane bone,

The fridge is still empty, even after we’ve gotten enough for the crown.

But the green hair is gone, so are the goons,

Only a brown-haired girl in front of me,

A gun encrusted with runes.

And she wants the riches, not the love I offered.

I reach for the door leading to the river.

The bullet sprints as I topple.

-JW

The Pain Man Sings

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The smoke coming out the arena in old town square is never harmless.

Chanting voices in the airwaves sound so sharp, they’re charmless.

I step forward, one with the crowds, dancing to the sound of sirens.

All we’ve ever known here is abuse so we enjoy the violence.

Amplifiers know we hear them, we just don’t listen with our souls.

Their five year plan was to ruin us, and they’ve been scoring every goal.

Cellular devices all over the city lose power when the Pain Man sings.

If you don’t denounce “truth to power”, he will kiss you with blue rings.

As we approach the thick smoke, people are torn out of the groups.

I look around only to see they’re dragged by our own, not the troops.

The arena is filled with bright objects they took when we were harmless.

When we’re pushed back in our rooms I notice – the sky has gone starless.

-JW