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Hey Babe...

Check your messages...

By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure MusePublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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dedicated to my "lost king"... follow me to see who he is...

Let me check

Damn... I was so skinny in those pics. I was so stressed and depressed. Bad, bad, times...

Today at 8:08 AM

No

It's the first f*cking post on my Instagram and I sent it to you in an Instagram message babe, but i love that video (and you) no matter how skinny you were

you're still beautiful...

That was then... I'm your now...

🤟🏾xo

"Lost King," Today at 8:14 AM

You make me feel so good... sorry I was driving... OK message me later baby

Today at 9:15 AM

I feel so lucky I made it out of those times. I look at it now and I was so broken and sick in my head. So hurt and just tired. I wanted to die. My body was just so drained, so ill... and yet you still thought I was hot? You do love me...

Lost Queen Today at 10:26 AM

I love you always ...

and forever...

An ode to my love... The Lost King

A musical man of many talents, a loving father, friend, lover with the soul of angels...

sing on my souls' mic down to my Jethro Tull

Take me on a Led Zeppelin to Sound Garden back to the black hole sun...and draw your Metallica sword.

Pierce me in my heart-shaped box.

Take me to Planet Caravan and then to heaven...

and marry me one day on Black Sabbath...

Once you've figured out what your intension is for me, or found a way to use your Tool to open your third eye, let me know.It's all or nothing babe and Mathew Goode with me either way. Sweetie... if you think I am just telling you what you want to hear, or what sounds good to me. I'm not. I get what you're going through...

I know you're a wounded black Pantera. So am I. I'm broken with my vulgar display of power, teetering at the cemetery gates, mouth for war...

I'm asking you to gimmie shelter and don't paint it black...

I've given sympathy for the devil...

And I'm waiting on a friend.

I'm telling you,

I wish you were here...

To take me from a state of comfortably numb,

to the dark side of the moon...

I'm not just another brick in the wall...

that echoes in the night...

I'm learning to fly, just like you

Breathe...

We're both coming back to life, with high hopes, mother.

Good bye blue sky... It's just you and me now...In utero, bleach, moist vagina, rape me... I'm In bloom.I know that seems kind of sappy... All apologies.I might have had an aneurysm.I don't know...

I think I'm dumb

But, still... you need to know.It's about a girl, who loves a guy. It's not about all this... Territorial pissing.

I don't really care, we don't have to breed, some kind of Puscifer spawn.

A Perfect Circle is good enough for me.

Never mind...

Come as you are, and just lay with me, in bed.

I just wanna sleep and go from death to birth.

Milk it, take you to nirvana and drain you.

"You know you're right..."

Old age, even in his youth, smells like teen spirit...

Dive with me...

Today...

Play in the Mud...

Dirty Pool Boy and walk with meall along the watchtower, voodoo child. I wanna love you forever... That's my one rainy wish.

I hope you're listening to the wind cries Mary... little wing.

Are you experienced in the burning of the midnight lamp?Can you find your way in that purple haze?

Can you see me in the dark?

Life is a long song,

white rabbit ...

It's crazy, but, I prefer not to dream on and make you my reality. I don't wanna miss a thing, sweet emotion, toys in the attic.

I want you to screech the ballad of Dwight Fry.Love it to death...

Don't be caught in a dream, with a long way to go, Black Juju.

Is it My Body?Tell me...

Because I no longer want to live vicarious...

an audio slave to your endless song.

No quarter, a schism and a grudge away from 10,000 days. Lateralus, while my mind goes crazy and my heart cuts me in two and rips open a hole from a stink fist, even though I'm sober.

You are a reflection of myself and I am Rosetta Stoned from inhaling your spliff...

The Pot has me hazy and feeling like I'm Forty-Six and 2

I have a lactose intolerance for the being at the bottom of anyone's list.

I don't want to be the undertow or opiate...Just... the patient.

Sorry baby...

I don't want to seem paranoid, or give the illusion that I'm the Master of Reality...I'm not, but...

Today, my love, I want you to shine on you crazy diamond

but remember...Sabbath, bloody sabbath...

I will have you, iron man.Never say die.

Into the void...©️☥ InureMuse and

The lost king M.W👑💘

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©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse

Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!

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