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wraithed

i love how

you think that

you’re okay

because of a

few struggles

against tidal waves

i love how you

feel that you are

what matters most

when all you are

is just another

self-centered ghost.

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the house of sinners

You’ve fallen captive to what you thought would
Save you, what you thought would clean your slate
You’re in the thick of it now and you have swallowed the hook
What’s done is done, we’ll continue on with or without you
Pain must exist in order for healing to survive
Neither one will ever serve their purpose alone…

~*~

underhanded whispers

rotting foundations to the very core

flesh devoured by the ego

and cold blood sold to murder slaves—

black eye gouged for black eye

in this parasitic wasteland;

of a home built on crossbones

and mangled hearsay

swallowing teeth and anger

boiling harsh on explosive veins

devouring the starving bruised hearts

until all that’s left is arcane vitriol.

so tear my body apart to pathetic shreds,

expose the lies in my backbone

and make me believe fervently in

your hypocritical preambles,

distorted tales of abuse,

vile corrupted, asinine whining,

and the conjured-up apparitions at the

tip of your foul leather tongue…

i’ll pass it on to another fool;

taking them as you have taken me for.

because oh, i just adore

your stories of foolhardy orphans

and the secret adoptions that

you slipped in our coffee like poison

and now you have the nerve to grit

the dirty money between

your running mouth and say that

we don’t fucking deserve any of your trust

as you shamelessly go crawling back to your mistress

and weep behind red war paint.

a personal sadistic leverage,

that pathetic carnage of a temper of yours.

watch yourself before you accuse us

and don’t speak with the smoking gun

permanently lodged between your

pointing fingers like a quickly-burning cigarette,

because you’re gonna set yourself on fire.

and we’ll stand back and watch

the hostile flames convict you of arson—

among all of the other crimes

you’ve shamelessly committed against us,

because it’s the most merciful thing

we could ever do to you.

~*~

This is my goodbye, don’t worry
We saw through your trickery
And we’re coming out alive, see you at the end
What was once your life is now lifeless
What was once your life is now your jail cell.

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Belial

I will defend that we are the vanquished
And you will not make our decisions
I won’t pretend that I’m not a victim
Of a world that will not listen
They will fall, nothing that I can’t overcome…

~*~

Rise from your grave

And save yourself

The angels won’t miss

A blurry little detail

.

Devour their promise

Crushed fingers lift

From another prayer

That you sent back to hell

.

They will all thank you

Someday, you think boastfully—

But for now we’re content

Cursing you back to your death.

~*~

Conquer the battles one by one
Crushing the head of what’s become
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs…

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The Blondes Are (Not) Alright

Blew motivation I had
To make my still beating-something
Not hurt that bad
Haven’t been home in some months
I haven’t loved myself
Just watching friends online
Look like they need some help…

~*~

I brought a knife to a shootout

But I’m not looking for a fistfight

I don’t mean to get too bloody

I just wanted to feel a little alright

.

But it’s difficult to make amends

When you’re holding the trigger

And kiss the muzzle to my mouth

Before I plead for it to get better

.

Bang bang bang, do you feel it yet?

Don’t drop that dime to take a bet

If I die now on the pavement curb

I’ll try not to bleed out on your shirt

.

I brought awkward to the limelight

I hear it’s the latest fashion show

I don’t mean to flaunt my mistakes

I just wanted everyone to know

.

That it’s hard to feel sorry

When you’re feeling sorry for yourself

They said I’m being crazy

Like condescencion’s good for my health

.

Clap clap clap, do you feel regret?

Hold on to plastic, it’s not over yet

I’ve got about three more acts to go

And the script makes to take it slow

.

I brought a friend to a death match

Just to see who’ll take the first move

I don’t mean to make it too chaotic

Just seeing if you would if you could

.

I never ask about the when, what, or why

I’ve been standing here thinking all was fine

But then the situation changed to see you

Spitting comments on the shoes I just shined

.

Blah blah blah, will you ready get set?

You’re the best nothing I’ve ever met

Too cool for the beatdown that ensues

Tie my hands to the bomb, I had no clue

.

I brought sobriety to the late pub nights

And they all told me to get the hell out

You brought the glass to my lips again

And drowned me in self-sustaining doubt

.

We can laugh about all the memories we hate

Including how this one has an expiration date

Looks like you want some help, damn, just ask

Don’t keep it in and blame other lies in the past

.

No no no, I didn’t mean to be thinking this loud

I gave you privacy when you told me to fuck off

I guess I’m done with fun, and I’m done, it’s true

But don’t worry honey, at least it’s all about you.

~*~

I never wanted to be thinking this loud
I never asked about the when, why or how
I wanted privacy, routine and everything between
While they’re just finding me out
I never wanted to be thinking this loud…

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Defying Deities

Oh, so that’s the manifesto, isn’t it

That the rest of us have to drag out

On our bloody and bruising knees

Just to reach you, just to touch you

Like a self-serving punctilious deity?

.

But has it ever occurred to you

That you’re just not worth it?

.

Because attempts aren’t enough, no

We have to break in the better side

Of us until you proclaim that we’re

Worth it, still refusing to get down

From the pedestal you built yourself

.

But has it ever occurred to you

That we just don’t give a fuck?

.

And if we were all to go beyond such

Immeasurable bounds of that declining

Reputation, for something that should be

Handed out freely in the first place, then

Why should we bother praying for your

Nonexistent grace, dying for a miracle?

.

But we should, we unquestionably should

Because you’re just that sacred, right?

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You’re No Fun Anymore (You Never Were)

You’re going down the road that’s the same one that we have
We cannot wait to watch life kick you in your ass
I shed a little tear for all of you out there
There’s no way to escape, welcome to hell…

~*~

Oh, so the world doesn’t care about all your pedantic sorrows

Why are you so surprised that the sun will still rise tomorrow?

Clocks wouldn’t hitch their breaths just so you could catch up

And boxing gloves don’t soften the blow if you’ve had enough

You ask for a break like you deserved such a precious privilege

Scream at mouths to shut up when you spew the same trite shit

You said it yourself hypocrite, just repair it with your own tools

Don’t go around asking pleas, for the ones you once called fools

Oh, the world doesn’t care about your melodramatic ascencions

Why are you surprised it still revolves, when yours won’t go on?

Warn you’ll turn into a beast when you are pushed to your limits

But end up sobbing and whining, life’s just fucking unfair, isn’t it?

~*~

Because it doesn’t get better, unless you’re pretty
It doesn’t get better, unless you’ve got money
It doesn’t get better, so just give up
It never gets better, no, it gets worse…

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on punctured egos

it’s cute

that you think

that i bleed

only for you

because if

heaven is rare

then it must

be quite true

it’s cute that

you think

i bleed for you

but get your

egotistic head

out of your

ass, you ain’t

brand new.

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The Ba[sta]rd

What do I have to do

To prove to you

That these songs don’t

Bleed for your ego?

I understand you’re not

Paper thin, I think

But I never knew you can

Be this absurdly thick

I know you reckon

I’m all rose and posies

But I smash my mirror daily

And rip off the rosaries

For the only way I’ll

Ever know how to feel

Is with the metal blades

As a numbing thrill

But don’t get me wrong

Love’s as good as it gets

It’s like a dying dog

Flea infested and wet

Oh, how I fucking wish

There’s just so much more

But that’s the finale

Of my transparent score

So catch the obvious

With your obscured eyes

So you’d refrain from

Obsessing with asinine lies

I have just gone through

A truckload of shit

And you don’t even fucking

Know the half of it

I can’t be loquacious so

I write it all in ink and blood

There’s no one else I

Could dare trust to nod

And I don’t need your burden

To add to my heavy load

So just bait another sucker

Crashing on the road

But don’t sympathise now

With my hypodermic needles

I’m just a first class prick

But when I’m feeling deep

Am I ever glad to have

A buddy that’s a total git.

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☆ me ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

i never cared much

for a mirror.

frivolous and vanity

and terror

at what you might

see there

like ghosts or parallel

to give scares

but what chills me

personally is

not the monsters or

distort oddity

it’s if i looked into a

mirror and

don’t fancy what i see

and it’s not

a spectre, but simply

just me.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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Daily Forecast: Sunny With A Chance Of Sarcastic

Just for the record, the weather today
Slightly sarcastic, with a good chance of:
A.) Indifference, or B.) Disinterest
To what the critics say…

~*~

You’re out on a shallow rampage, attempting a one-sided battling rally

To transform me into your average person, a standard factory human

For you think that in your radiant diamond-cut life, I’m just a tainted sully

And you’ve really got the strong verve and nerve to denounce everyone

Preachy, holier-than-thou, you can apply to be a pastor at your local church

Save for the fact that they’re actually interesting and won’t go straight to hell

Every word spat out sneeringly, as if the sole sight of me makes you wanna lurch

You stand high and mighty in your podium, like all dictators before they fell

Dangling the rope that you used to pull me out the hole to slip it round my neck

Will you hurt me? Will you not? Hun, my bones are chilling from all the suspense

Wishing to prolong all my agony, like a tomcat plays with its squeaky meal

But I’ll scamper back to my rat hole and drop upon your head reality’s anvil

So learn to look past your shadowy reflection, you asinine narcissistic clot

Pray peer deeper into the pensive, onto the other side of this shattered mirror

But if you can’t even get it past your thick skull, I’ll be very glad to spell it out

You see, when you view it in a less biased perspective, I am not the monster

For I may just be an enemy, a beast, but at least I’ve retained my instincts

And never mind that it’s a bit torn up and battered, my soul still fully works

Truth be told, I’d rather be who you see me, a primal creature who can’t think

Than to join your hive mind and be a steel robot, naïve, unfeeling, and cold

But don’t let me ruin your fun, you silly child, I won’t steal your toys then

Don’t worry, I won’t take away your sweet candy as you always did to me

I definitely won’t stoop to your level, so stop whining, just stay in your playpen

Plus, I’ve got bad knees from too much bowing down to your ego, honestly

I told you already lovie, it’s simply futile, laughable, and eye rolling amounts of rude

You’re just foolishly waging with sticks and stones, charging blindly into a losing war

So why don’t you lay down your garbage pail shield, kindly bugger off, behave nice like you should

Now now, mind your good manners and proper conduct dear, and don’t be such an attention whore.

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