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You've made me thee man i used to be,
but slowly I'm sinking, and ask "is this me?"
Quickly drifting on vast ocean tides,
destination unknown, where are those times.
Did you know you've made me half the man
i used to be. I thought you knew me,
but you couldn't see.
I'am sailing rudderless in the act of god
Hoping that i strand on a bank of mud.
I am what i am, and i know my name,
there's no one that can change my game.
To turn the sails you need at least, a little
brease from the west heading east...
Perfect LiePerfect Lie
Wrap me up in your unfaithful lie,
your deceitful touch hunts me at night.
Tell me we'll be together until we die,
and I know you lie, but it feels so right...
Leave me in sorrow in this desolate place
and use me, abuse me with all your passion.
Dreaming of you is a near mind blowing grace,
so just for one night, it'll be our discretion.
Your touch as smooth as dutch velvet
your kisses as strong as mercury.
And underneath this starlight we'll be perfect,
as perfect as it can ever be... Perfect fantasy.
Le Marquis 2005
Last goodbye, for all I've done,
you've lost what you once won.
Spoken words left unsaid,
leave me... In my cold, cold bed.
There are reasons so unreal,
Once! The truth will reveal.
Silent needs left undone,
Leave me... From all the fun.
Your dreams so unwise,
soon your pain will rise.
I was the the angel behind your pray,
I've to find love my way.
last goodbye, now I go,
I'll leave you in your own puppet-show.
I revealed myself into you,
I loved you... If you only knew!
LE MARQUIS 2005
Pull me Out...
Pull Me Out!
Pull me out!
This misery is
much to strong...
Pull me out!
love is gone...
I run away!
Took a shelter
in a pray...
I have to find
love my way...
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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