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Two Empty Hearses

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Nobody dared to save my life that silky moonlit night.

No one cared to check for a pulse, no medics in sight.

The body next to mine is bleeding out just as fast as me

And I would do anything to stop the pain

But we’re trapped in this fantasy.

Nobody saw when we ran out of oxygen and body heat,

No one told us to wait or to run, no one told us to bleed.

I hold the love of my life in my weak and bruised arms

And I would to anything to treat the pain

But we promised to do no harm.

Nobody noticed when we painted the sidewalk karmin red.

No one prayed where we trembled, where we sacrificed and bled.

They buried two empty hearses with a hundred made up hymns.

And I would to anything to ease your pain

But my tears can’t heal your broken limbs.

-JW

A Family Tree

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Keep your foot on the cheating pedal, hit the gas.

Drive faster, let the chills and shock pass.

Give me your torn up hands and please pray

That they don’t find your blood on Joanne’s ashtray.

Miss all the green lights and left-turn signals.

To the right, over the bridge, keep it simple.

They can’t trace our steps unless you confess.

I’ll do the talking, you can deal with the rest.

And I still smell your mother’s perfume on me.

Your father’s favorite song is making the view gory.

The lives that we spilt chase us through the roads.

Drive faster, let the image ahead split into codes.

Ones and zeroes,

We’re never alone.

-JW

Creeper

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The light in your window is still on, it’s blinking and fidgeting.

A candle’s lit on your bedroom table next to the piano and your drink.

The branches hug your window so tightly, it’s almost hard to see.

The closer I go, the faster my heart beats; I almost struggle to breathe.

Your friends are gone for the weekend so I’m curious – are you lonely?

Do you have anyone back in the city, was my invitation too phony?

Yet you dance around the place like you own it, the candles cheer you on.

My nose is almost touching the glass, my chest now weighs a ton.

One more careless spin and you waltz straight into the backyard,

I boldly invite myself into the house while you’re getting charred,

Puffing your seventh cigarette of the day, you’ve really changed a lot.

But I’m still as trustee yet not as sweet,

Smart enough now to cut down the flowers who rot.

-JW