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Alone by Edgar Allan Poe<br />
From childhood's hour I have not been<br />
As others were-I have not seen<br />
As others saw-I could not bring<br />
My passions from a common spring.<br />
From the same source I have not taken<br />
My sorrow; I could not awaken<br />
My heart to joy at the same tone;<br />
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.<br />
Then-in my childhood-in the dawn<br />
Of a most stormy life-was drawn<br />
From ev'ry depth of good and ill<br />
The mystery which binds me still:<br />
From the torrent, or the fountain,<br />
From the red cliff or the mountain,<br />
From the sun that 'round me roll'd<br />
In its autumn tint of gold-<br />
From the lightning in the sky<br />
As it pass'd me flying by-<br />
From the thunder and the storm,<br />
And the cloud that took the form<br />
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)<br />
Of a demon in my view. <br />
<br />
Venus Blue<br />
Acid Bath<br />
Creeping like frost<br />
As slow as grave moss<br />
Like drowning in dry <br />
oceans of bone dust<br />
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces<br />
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places<br />
I remember blood from the thighs of the mother<br />
As everything is eaten by another<br />
How much more must we bleed her<br />
I cut their throats while they slept<br />
I wept<br />
I peel back my skull for you<br />
Yes I do<br />
Slow desolation like a funeral procession<br />
The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations<br />
I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh<br />
Sweating this blackness,<br />
I am shitting this cold death<br />
I remember blood from the thighs of the mother<br />
As everything is eaten by another<br />
How much more must we bleed her<br />
I cut their throats while they slept<br />
I wept<br />
I peel back my skull for you<br />
Yes I do<br />
DEAD VENUS BLUE<br />
Love is rotting on the vine<br />
Crumbling in God's sunshine<br />
I am dying all the time<br />
Point me at the sky... sky<br />
How much more must we bleed her<br />
I cut their throats while they slept<br />
I wept<br />
I peel back my skull for you<br />
Yes I do<br />
DEAD VENUS BLUE<br />
How much more must we bleed her<br />
I cut their throats while they slept<br />
I wept<br />
I peel back my skull for you<br />
Yes I do<br />
DEAD VENUS BLUE<br />
I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces<br />
I know the pale thing in the darkest of places<br />