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The Silence In Your Room

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I do not hear them talking about you anymore.

You have locked their lips and sealed the bedroom door.

Once the bell rings and they hear your steps on the stairs,

All the heaviness will sink, leaving them bare.

But not today, not even tomorrow, honey.

You left us like a cruel god, you cursed them and judged me.

I feel like a child wishing on a falling star at night,

Counting down the passing cars until I run out of light.

Even now I cannot blame you for leaving me behind.

They were coming at you like vultures, gnawing at your mind.

You asked for my guidance, but I never called you back.

The love you wasted on me stung like a heart attack.

If I must be honest, I wish I could erase that part.

The silence in your room turns all air heavy and hard.

But you have melted the key and locked that damn door,

And I really do not hear them talking about you anymore.

-JW

Damnation

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The corsets bend my ribs to your every command,

They straighten your grin and numb my pale hands.

You give me a lit candle as we silently dance,

And whenever I stop, you push me down in the sand.

I get up and reach for you, it feels so easy.

These games you play, they break me and tease me.

Is this the rock bottom or the coast of a deep sea?

No, I cannot tell, I sip you like green tea.

The metal cages you build shock my fingers,

You try to keep me from becoming an ice-cold thinker.

One touch of your skin and I forget that I am sinking.

You leave in a rush, but your scent, it lingers.

And I know this is a trap, I do not need salvation.

You have become the king of feeding my temptations.

If I keep my shoulders straight and just stay patient,

We will both burn in the passionate flams of damnation.

-JW

The Belonging

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You told me tales like ours turn to dust before being written.

I promised I could keep this one burning, but I got too smitten.

Our roads took us far away from each other before we fell,

I did not send you flowers, and you did not send me to hell.

Three full years slipped through our fingers like sinking sand.

My ships tamed roaring oceans, but you stayed on the land.

We heard stories on their lying lips about how we once loved,

And they turned our thunderclouds into the whitest kind of doves.

Each time I passed the city, all the reflections lured me in,

It felt like even the sun was turning me towards your sins.

Then one day I wandered onto the street where we first met,

So angry and alone, every brick in the wall owed me a debt.

I turned to walk away but there you were, a standing prophecy.

Your auburn hair flowed over my emerald coat as you greeted me.

You smelled like the ocean waves I once were badly longing,

And you told me there is no spell stronger than The Belonging.

-JW

Hypnotic

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The metronome blankly ticks my consciousness away,

Counting the last moments before I become your prey.

I do not remember my name, I do not recall my age,

But you speak with conviction, and it tames my rage.

Next page, I must turn the next page of our story.

My dreams keep swearing you have always adored me.

But the suspicion grows like a seed in healthy soil,

And my soul warns me as you call me awfully spoiled.

Between car wrecks and stab wounds, you call for me,

Promising a brand-new start built on stolen honesty.

I do not remember ever asking you for this palace.

My role is a Sisyphean task, and I am not your Alice.

Yet, the metronome has no loyalty, it just ticks away,

Remolding my empty life from zero in scarlet clay.

-JW

As Above So Below

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I abandon my last hope at the dusty stone door like you asked,

I unload the revolver on my belt and set ablaze the intricate masks.

The grey catacomb ceiling slowly rumbles above our heads,

It does not accept our gifts or the blood we have willingly shed.

My legs shake, still – they take me through the seven loops of hell,

And my feet move clandestinely, fearing to break the ice on a well.

I see a simmering red light in the distance, but I am too frightened,

It seems to feed on my doubts and sins whenever my heart gets quieter.

There is a pit of darkness snarling hungrily above and below me.

Yet, I must admit – devil’s breath on my neck makes me less lonely.

My thoughts, I need to tame them, then find an escape out of the dark,

Even if it is just a moment of god’s truth before I lose my spark.

But the portal is closing, freezing over my frantic crocodile tears,

I hear them whisper victoriously:

“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”

-JW

The Manor Chose To Keep Its Silence

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The silence begged me to say by its dim bedside for a moment more.

With its last gurgling breaths, the manor started rotting from the core.

Dirty floors oozed orange and brown puss in the decorated rooms,

The stench was strong enough for the nearby trees to reverse all bloom.

The sounds of the street chimed in like roaring lions looking for prey,

And I could have chosen to fight – but instead I hid my body in the hay.

I watched them devour people, I tasted the blood they volunteered.

The noise grew too loud, so we abandoned those we held dear.

At night I sneaked through the halls, looking for the place silence died.

I thought I remembered the chamber, however, it leaked lullabies.

My thoughts whirled like dust in the wind as I slowly took a step back.

The music came in from every corner, it painted my vision black.

When I finally came to, I could not open my eyes or escape the trap.

My hands were tied behind my back, and a white cat sat in my lap.

Two gargoyles guarded the entrance, stoically holding me hostage.

They knew as well as I did, these captors are cruel to impostors.

For the next five hours I blurred the line between sleep and awareness.

Whenever I woke up, I lost the feeling that I could be fearless.

I heard those villains laughing at me through the chamber walls,

And the sound of their raspy voices made my every emotion small.

When they finally came for me, the manor chose to keep its silence.

It burned down by my side, crumbling under the pressure of tyrants.

They poked out my eyes and cut out my teeth with dull and rusty blades.

As the empty eye sockets leaked crimson, all my fears started to fade.

I dreamed about silence, I prayed for tranquility, just a moment more.

With my last quiet breaths, the sun washed away the horror and gore.

-JW

Hush

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Silver echoes from better times ring like alarms in my head.

No, I cannot stop the sound, I let it paint the corridors red.

Someone is knocking on the kitchen window, but I do not look.

I gather all my arrows, bury the knives and the hooks.

Gloved hands are scratching the glass and pulling the doorknob.

Your breath leaves mist in the crisp air as I silently sob.

We both know you can enter whichever way you please,

But your master taught you better, kill only after you tease.

And I must admit, I almost did not feel the bruise in my thigh.

The high of the hunt is not like any other kind of high.

My vision is blurry when I lie on the frozen bathroom floor,

I am ready to give in, yet I am ready to hurt you some more.

Your eyes peek in between the curtains and the dirty shades,

You want me to hear you slowly sharpening the rusty blade.

But my innocence traps your boiling blood and ghouls outside.

I am out of shortcuts, and you have nowhere else to hide.

Crimson echoes from a dying future hug my weak neck.

No, I cannot keep me eyes open, cannot save this wreck.

Somebody calls my name as I drift off with my selfish thoughts.

I release my prisoners, ending all the wars I have fought.

-JW

Love

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You boiled me down to epithets and false narratives.

In your mind, it made sense to make me into a negative,

A burden on your neck, dead weight in your pockets,

Someone with the same flame as yours in her eye sockets.

You wrapped their tongues around my collapsing lungs,

All for a hope that somebody else will keep you young.

But I figured as much, never trust a negligent killer.

Every word you have said to me has been a silence-filler.

You reduced my fuming emotions to facts and figures.

As I went numb, you got ready to pull the last trigger.

Yet, the weight of my love will live, it will be reborn too,

And even in death my cold eyes will forever scorn you.

-JW

Lucille’s Dream

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You haunt the halls I walked last year,

You leave them shaking in cold fear.

The walls that built us crumble down,

Leaving bright rust on our crowns.

I bind you with the spells and records,

They blind you with the fruit nectar.

Love, you can find a home in me,

Please do not drink the poisoned tea.

You fear the hands which you once loved,

You buried all our turtle doves.

The chariots that brought you here

Now take your bones to rest, my dear.

-JW

Dead Of Night

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Darling, we only exist on other people’s tongues,

We mix with their saliva and slide between their fangs.

They are a famished crowd, but we feed them well,

And the darker our lives get, the more we sell.

Darling, we exist in old mirrors in their rooms,

We watch as young brides are killed by their grooms.

One day a wise lady will smash the silver surface,

Leave her man crying and burning the doormats.

But it will be an illusion, darling, need not worry.

We will bathe their impure souls in morning glory.

Our story is like Dorian’s, devilishly young.

Darling, we only live beneath other people’s tongues.

-JW