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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

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Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

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I guess I just can’t get you out of my blood, it’s always a waiting game, I’ll be tick and you be tock, and I just don’t understand how love could never be enough. Fuel yourself on what you never found, what you never had, and never got. Never felt, and never touched. My tissue’s slowly tearing and I need to readjust. My heart is ice, my eyes are fire, and my ribs are slowly being crushed. I need to breathe, I need to think, I need to stop, I need to sleep, I’m the thieving wolf and they’re always the innocent sheep.

I’d wear their skin to get them in, then strip them down and turn around, never looking back again. But you’ve got me looking back again, you’ve always had me looking back again. You need to keep me, lock me in, hold me down and carve your name into my flesh. Break my knees, tie me up, bite my lip, kiss my neck, and tell me to “stay put”. It’s never been a matter of wanting to leave, it’s just that leaving’s what I know best. It’s what I know, it’s who I am, it’s what I learnt as I grew up. Like the mother to a baby duck, only I first laid eyes on “never give a fuck”. So is this the wrong way to go? With each step down each notch of my spine I always think “Let’s just run, I’ve had enough.” We’ll flee to the North, to the South, West, or East… Coast to coast, and sea to sea. We’ll tear up highways, cross borders, mark miles and never stop. Fuck, I’ll take you to the moon and we’ll play the part of astronauts. Because this is exactly what I don’t let them see. But there’s that charm that they always talk about, I guess it’s like a clue that sits inside of me, begging to get out. That shimmer in my eye, that tiny diamond shine, a hopeful rupee of what I could be, should be, would be, if I could break out of this rut. It’s what keeps them coming back to me. When the light hits it just right you can catch it, faintly, apparently.

I’ll save you, and you save me.
You have to get this out of me.

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