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Back To The Red Tapes

You are a handful of roses
Thorns and a cheap bouquet
True, I’m a walking disaster
They told you to stay away
Seems like I’m making
A deal with the devil…


I remember when we loathed each other

And what we wouldn’t do to one up and over

Subtle poison in each vindictive word and verse

Poised to hit the most vital organs and curse


We smeared the walls with our cold fresh blood

Leaving basilisk messages for another pitying god

And undertones of candy-coated punches in stitch

In plates of ‘hope you die, you conniving little bitch’


But sometimes the relapse was felt in compassion

A confusion of collisions, casting the condensation

I didn’t know if it was coincidence, or I was insane

But the universe parked parallel, changed the game


Passing the halls with the same songs in our mouths

Composing about the same things that gave us doubt

Secretly racing the other one for covert little challenges

And trying to push at each other’s buttons and nuisances


It was a mess, and the bleak battleground ain’t so pretty

But the smoke cleared up and the aftermath forgot me

Where the sun was aglow and my coffee tasted less bitter

And tears only came in the form of erupted endeavours


Now I read the past stories and I want to laugh out loud

Enough to disturb the anxiety that’s keeping my head out

The snide smirks, the loose lies, the entertaining electricity

Who knows what’s meant for you and what’s meant for me


After the sheer mayhem that came after each round of drinks

After every conversation held and confessions begging not to think

After all the chaos caused and the devastation left in its wake

It’s a lot easier to admit I’ll miss it—I’d listen again for a rewinded take.


‘Cause I feel like a bad joke
Walk the tight rope to hold onto you
Was it real? Or a love scene
From a bad dream? I don’t think
I can forget about it…

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Be Something

Nobody thinks what I think, nobody dreams when they blink
Think things on the brink of blasphemy, I’m my own shrink
Think things are after me, my catastrophe at my kitchen sink
You don’t know what that means because a kitchen sink to you
Is not a kitchen sink to me, okay friend?


If I were to collapse

On myself and care

About the way I speak

And how I do my hair

Then I wouldn’t be here

Then I wouldn’t be dead

I’ll just be an old memory

At the back of my head

Yes, I want to grow up

But I want to do it my way

So I don’t need any handouts

Of so-and-so’s displays

And I’ll take the challenge

But with no instructions

Leave me to figure out

And trip again until i’m done

Because life is meaningless

All this shit doesn’t matter

So I’ll take my chances

And test the deeper waters

Then if I fail, well just be there

To say that “I told you so”

Even then, I wouldn’t care

Because this I know

At least I tried my very best

And I claimed my stakes

Instead of just simply regretting

That I never made mistakes.


Are you searching for purpose?
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless
Then paint something then, it might be wordless
Pointless curses, nonsense verses
You’ll see purpose start to surface…

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Target on my back, lone survivor lasts
They got me in their sights
No surrender no, trigger fingers go
Living the dangerous life…


My dearest nemesis, with your mad scientists and crazy schemes

In this endless battle laid out for two, you are highly passionate, it seems

In a high-stakes race against the other, you think I will easily stumble

But your pride is also your weakness, for I’m practiced and I’ll never crumble


Try to tear and rip me down just like an old peeling paper poster

Throw my momentum off in this crazy rickety ride on a rollercoaster

Dare to shoot me down with your sharp lethal arrows ever flaming

But fighting fire with fire ain’t always right, because I’ll keep on burning


Because I’m invincible, uncontrollable, I’m a raging, roaring, wild monster

So don’t try to stop me now with your darts and measly tranquillisers

Bring me down into derision, but I’ll rise from the grey ashes stronger

Beat me up into submission, and I’ll stick the torture out even longer


I’m that blinking stubborn red light smiling in the midst of the choking dark

When you stomp madly on the dying hearth, I’m that small resilient spark

Toss me with hurricanes, shake me with your earthquakes, up to scale seven

Throw me into hell’s perdition and pull me away from my cloud nine heaven


You think you have guts of glory, perseverance made of pure steel

You think you won’t give up, but guess what? I know I never will

You wish to see my heart flatline? For my soul’s ardent life to flicker and die?

You want to see my immortal hope to fade away? Then I’d like to see you try.


Shot like a rocket up into the sky
Nothing could stop me tonight…

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