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To Augustine

Mien of Augustine

Eyes so aquamarine

Fell hair turpentine

Visage serpentine

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Wiseful Augustine

Heart indoctrined

Mind crystal clean

Old soul hid within

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My fairest Augustine

You were my Sistine

My painter’s pristine

Glassblower’s gleam

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An apex Augustine

A miasmatic welkin

Cynosure demeaned

Stark mise-en-scéne

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Company’s Augustine

Illustrious at the seam

Stars in the higher levin

Yet sardonyx in chagrin

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Dear sacrosanct Augustine

In darkest garden evergreen

Rose Eden’s shallowest skin

Vox nihili, you’re our original sin.

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The Bleeder And The Sinner

Your words were written in cold blood 
Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend
I won’t pay for sanity ’cause I don’t want to know
Some things are better left alone…

~*~

I deserve no more no less, for I’ve always been a regular IV hospice bleeder

Aestheticless to the bone, and you were just another veiled catholic sinner

I unraveled my stained ruby bandages to find you whimpering, lost inside

And I thought you’d come out finally from where you’re cowering and hide

But you shackled yourself deep within to the chambers of my aching heart

And it hurts me, and perhaps you as well, when I try to pull you and I apart

So I left you as is, thought this fragile proposition was nice and harmless

‘Til I fell for your sapphire eyes so hard that the ground became bottomless

You’re dragging me down to the bottom of the abyssal lake, under the high glen

I can swim quite well against currents, but your added burden made me sink

So I inhaled the frosty waters, and I drank what’s left of my precious oxygen

Sustaining the life of my frozen heart with my warm soul as I wade in the ink

But you swam away from me cruelly, and tore my beating heart into pieces

Shattered the last vestiges of my dignity, leaving me alone and helpless

No longer can I weep, ma cherie, for crystal tears don’t flow in the undertow

Can you still feel my numb skin when I already can’t, love?…It feels so cold.

I was wounded once but can heal the pain, yet now I’ll be bleeding out forever

As you prowl among the oaken pews, searching for another victim wherever

I used to be just a broken bleeder, and you used to be just some senseless sinner

But corpses can’t bleed out anymore, dearest, and the devil’s always a clear-cut winner.

~*~

It seems
I’m not everything you wanted me to be
In a dream on the way to the hospital I’ll slip away
What’s happening to me?
And as you drag the lake and pull me out
Do you feel the shame inside you?
And as my body lays before you now
Do you feel my skin? It’s cold.

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Fine Friends

Fine friends

Tie your noose

Tighten your blues

Titanium hues

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Fine friends

Can age like wine

Or age to whine

Both undefined

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Fine friends

A beastly bunch

Your head for lunch

Ignore your hunch

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Fine friends

Like sticks and stones

They bust your bones

With broken undertones

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Fine friends

Are always there

They do, they care

But end up nowhere

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Fine friends

And they’ll extend

Sad farewell to send

For when it all ends

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Fine friends, crash and burn

Into vile friends they will turn

When all has torn apart, grown

Perhaps I’m just better off alone.

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Your Sainthood Has Expired

Painted red, my eyes are burning
And still you hide behind the waves
Your silence is haunting
Your words relentless
Burying in…

~*~

You have such a cold lush for reality’s melodramatic

That it’s quickly turning into a peptic acidic emetic

Oh, how I wish I’d be a just a little more sympathetic

But your repulsive leftover pity party’s just severely sick

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You say I’m the one who slashes my own beating heart

But honey, you sharpen the knife’s dullest blade for me

You say I tore the whirlwind pages of this sordid tale apart

Sorry to say, it was never bound in the first place, sweetie

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And yes, true enough, everybody needs their saviour

But there’s never anymore halo-clad patient saints to see

So you wear your own revered badges of rusted honour

And if you want your twisted sacrifice, then go and be

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But just don’t act like you’re clever, undaunted and stainless

Clean and smooth as a tough newly-pressed sheet of steel

‘Cause if there’s anyone that’s talking their broken wings less

It’ll be how you try your hardest to trick with charms and beguile

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Because nobody that’s even gullible will forever be fooled

By your artifice voice-outs of sisterly concern and helping

You think you’ve played the board, tipped the queen and rook

But in the end, you are the dangling fool left hanging on a string

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With your concrete shoes weighed down and your sweet cyanide

Your crown of thorns hurting and your loincloth tears all cried

But now your pure angel tongue is numbed, badly desensitised

Dare you run back to the empty church and get it re-canonised?

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Because your holy gospel is slowly falling apart into sinner shreds

The heavy burden you carry for all of us is leaving you for dead

And your confessions are way past their limit and going overripe

Nonetheless, it’s still less rancid than your self-gratificated pride

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So you just want to be the good graced ally, humanity’s simple brave fighting soldier?

And you want to be the venerated sacrilegious hero to save everybody’s damned souls?

If you persist to famous martyrdom, then who am I to stop that smoking hot-lead trigger?

And if injury isn’t enough for you, why don’t you go ahead to add insult and take the ultimate fall?

~*~

Scream with the voice of an angel
Lie in the eyes of the gospel
Smile in the face of your victims
Smile for me
This is my last request to you
Hold my breath
I was clutching onto disaster
Hold my breath…

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Lightheaded

A melancholic tale, a poignant dance of two blossoming lovers

You twirled me as I giggled heartily, over and over and over

But as I dizzied from it quite badly, and I needed a tighter hold

You simply stepped away from me, and let me take the hard fall.

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Fatal Attraction

‘Cause I really always knew that my little crime
Would be cold that’s why I got a heater for your thighs
And I know, I know it’s not your time
But bye bye
And a word to the wise when the fire dies
You think it’s over but it’s just begun
But baby don’t cry…

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Brimstone ballroom glitters, waltzing on a crystalline floor of broken glass

Exquisite cobweb dress worn solemnly, solely only of a most gossamer lass

Roses of onyx petals raining, eternal rings paired made of thistled thorns

Veil of penumbra draped, hiding her bloodshot eyes and fatal velvet horns

Tapping tacky tiny toes twitch, quite uncomfortable in cheap thrill stilettos

Tapping ticking clock signals the end of an era, signals the start of this freakshow

A church organ blares a joyous requiem, pews creak, and the oak doors open

An audience of hired harlequins, hitmen, and harlots clap slow and patient

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A one-way ticket purchased, join the runaway train on the last ride to Hell

Shushed shotgun weddings celebrated and shiny scattered shotgun shells

I’ll derive entertainment, I’ll pay for my black crime, and I’ll take all the blame

Your bloody lips are so damn hot it feels like kissing a pillar of flames

The jester priest demands: “Do you take her to be your unlawfully wedded wife?”

Yes I do, forever and ever, cross my shriveled heart and sure hope to God I die

A pause, a hitch, collective hesitation, as sharp and threatening as that jagged knife

She says yes and sucks the life out of me; “I now pronounce you husband and wife”

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A reception in our decorated mausoleum, presents of our closeted skeletons

Wrapped neatly in coffin boxes, delicacies of maggots, cake of charcoal

RSVP, a glaring bellboy ghoul takes your coats and asks chillingly for the invitation

Clapping headstones, withered wind weakened, try not to fall in beckoning empty holes

Red skies the lovely shade of unhealing open wounds, purple like the freshest bruise

Graveyard dancing, banshees singing, ghosts waiting, witches romancing with potion juice

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A prominent red X on the calendar, a grotesquely beautiful event beset for our cruelest love

Set free our every deepest vices and temptations and set free those broken-winged doves

Groom and bride, demon and angel, down the desolate aisle, marching ever so sophisticated

Who knew that sweet romance and falling away to the pits of love can be this manipulated?

You knock my consciousness away, and I’m stuck in this dreamy state, a nightmare entombed

You make me lose my every breath, or might that just be inhaling the horrible asbestos fumes?

A sealed contract writ in blood and soul, superimposed with a blade to the heart and a poison party toast

It might be a trap, but if marrying the devil feels so wrong it’s right, then hell, to damnation I’ll sempiternally hold.

~*~

You had my heart
At least for the most part
‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime
We fell apart, let’s make a new start
‘Cause everybody’s gotta die sometime
But baby don’t cry…

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Dix-Huit

Ticking the calendar

Checking the time

Counting the candles

Drinking your wine

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This due date set

Cause for party calls

Fine friends greet

Autumn leaves fall

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Scarlet ribbon bright

Sky the stars set alight

This day is celebrated

This night rejuvenated

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Dainty essence of rain

May cloud your whims

But the rainbow gained

Is worth the cold sting

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After all, life may be taint with grey

Still, you are well-off and surviving

Come what may, for it’s not everyday

That you’re blossoming to be eighteen.

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Little Psycho

I get my kicks and I want to start a rager
I want to dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for the violent behaviour
I’m sweating bullets like a modern Romeo…

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Mummy’s little psycho, fears

Brought up inside a crib cage

Sustained by blood and tears

Fostered by loathing and rage

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Daddy’s brave good soldier

Pulling quickly the soft trigger

Bang bang! His brain shatters

What a mess! Rusty splatters!

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Pouring bleach down my throat

Cut the ropes of my own veins

Ha, what is love? What is hope?

Sharp knife to voice my disdain

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Your dead brother with an axe

Every limbs have been hacked

He tripped, you explain sweetly

And we believe you, my dearie

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A black hole in my coldest body

Where warm life had once been

Put some band-aid in it, baby

Here’s some whiskey to clean

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Now dig that old grave deeper

For your dearly departed sister

Pins stick out of her burnt dolls

Needles stick out of her skull

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Please set me free and let me be

Off this picture suburban family

It’s all too perfect, waste my time

And I’ll generate the perfect crime

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Ignored, stored, and bored, so

I decided to play my own game

I’ll be this generation’s antihero

I’ll be a martyr feeding on fame

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I’m mummy’s little psycho, gone

And I’m daddy’s brave good soldier

Though I have murdered everyone

At least now they’ll love me forever.

~*~

Bang Bang! Give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead! I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho and Mommy’s little soldier…

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Halfway

If I painfully stretched my own dislocated hand

To the navy welkin, amidst those lacy clouds

Would you also reach down softly from above

Just to touch my quivering fingertips, my love?

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For we’ve never crossed tossed wayward paths

In the middle of Gaia, waiting, lost here on Earth

And Fate has tested us, tasted us its dark wrath

One ended up flying, another ended up under dirt

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If I stretched my bleeding bruised hand, love, then

Or you relaxed your own tender hand, like a rosy fell

Will you wish to pull me up to your sweetest Heaven

Or will I have to drag you down to my bleak torturous Hell?

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Die Prinzessin und der Drache

You’ve got a lot of nerve
But not a lot of spine
You made your bed
When you worried about mine
This ends now!!!

~*~

Will you never learn your lesson of not exacerbating the situation, pretty pink princess, shining of faux bravery and twisted self-pity?

Just when the skies were crystal clear to fly in an easy escape, you stupidly pulled along your own cloud of dark gloom and self-misery

Peal princess of glittering pearls and shimmering gold, sheeny fluffed gown screaming loudly with pathetic colours of desperate attention

You’d do anything to get noticed, going so far as to sneak in the dank dusty dungeons and poke the undisturbed malevolent dragon

Drag the entire town along with your destruction, your diamond crown and sympathetic fake smile acting as your personal “get out of jail” card

Crying a storm of teardrops while taunting behind your spineless back so hard that you deserve your own selfish shameless spiteful award

You may be cold falling rain honey, but my fiery shocking lightning strike travels faster than your foolish self-centered mind would care to think

You maybe think you’re safe for now, but I’ve got wizards held captive, and if only hatred is purely poisonous, then dearie, you’d already be fucking killed.

…and good riddance, too.

~*~

I wouldn’t hold my breath if I was you
Cause I’ll forget but I’ll never forgive you
Don’t you know, don’t you know
True friends stab you in the front?

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