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Second chances, they don’t ever matter

I’m an impossible person, a total mess

I haven’t got any clue

I lose my grips on foolish contrivances

That much is all true

But I found someone, a damaged man

Though I never knew

You are the only one who understands

And now I lost you too.

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Street Rage Youth and Genocide Games

If you wanted to set me free
Why the fuck wouldn’t
You say something?
See, I was just over seventeen
May the poison set me free…

~*~

They denied us of sane

I reached for a gold gun

As the aisled preachers

Tried to stop me and ran

This is street rage rising

Against the tidal rivalries

And the jilted best friends

Stalk past crosses calvary

Cherry bombs, acne skins

Vans with USA flag prints

Anarchists for conformity

Stupid stunts within stints

Psychopaths cried to bed

Loners waiting to be wed

Doctors sick in their head

Politicians with tapes red

Modern anxiety attacking

Oedipal boy, daddy issues

Basketball rounds, on ice

Plastic surgery in fissures

And on the autumn quarter

Kids learn to taste their kill

Selling mother and fathers

For pleasure, lies, and swill

Drugs on NC-17 nightclubs

Hookers choked on fishnet

Stockings, five AM Jack D’s

On the backdoor of the bet

Watching black/white films

Drive-in theatres for a thrill

Choke on popcorn and lies

Both buttery, slippery skills

Screwing in elevator shafts

Driving to underage parties

Crashing, fatalities smiling

A nowhere road trip leased

It sucked the peppermints

Right out of their ideology

As shirts ballooned away

And lost their own gravity

Mutilated wrists, it is the

Latest fashion statement

Eyeliners and fermenting

Of vomit on the pavement

Paint Mona Lisa in frowns

Losing control and sanity

Lives on the murder scene

Polaroid deaths they tally

Burn down houses for fun

Destroy the place they call

Home, kiss the pendulum

Razor, and it began to fall

Communists and yankees

Alike, line up for the show

Of a cannibalistic society

And idled massacre glow

I’m the leader of parading

Onto the suicidal carnival

Lines of Peter Piper past

And lead souls genocidal

To their ultimate demises

Of convulsions and blood

May cyaniding be painless

Of earthquakes and flood

But I won’t regret burying

The casualties with graves

Nameless stones careless

Of the foolish youth’s rage

On propane hearts I stand

Swim on oceans of spikes

And the blood on my hands…

Shit, I hate what it tastes like.

~*~

Oh no, please don’t abandon me
Mother, father, I love you so
But this is just me disguised as me
I’m the killer who burned your home
This home! What the fuck is a home?
This is the street youth rising up!

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Dämonkomplex

The demon hides his horns

And walks among the crowd

Thinking himself to be rarer

An angel among the beasts

Thinking he’s so clever to be

Concealing his horns, and he

Reckons he’s fooling them all

But he’s only just still demon

As dark as any other lurkers

The only thing that damages

Him is how he thinks he’s so

A transcendental entity who

Masks his horns with a smirk

Manipulating transparencies

“Darling, you don’t know me”

Yet he’s as mysterious as a

Clear pressed sheet of glass

And those angsty acts of his

It wields paroxysmal laughs

The angels can only pity him

Poor demon and his complex

For the only one he convinces

Is his foolish, delusional self.

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The Weeping of the Child

Helpless against the wails of a crying child

Oh, how I wish for both parties of us to sleep

Why, if only curdled tears were diamond rings

Still, it would not encourage her vanity to keep

For innocent concern drowns in egocentricity

And ingénue surrendered fast to the demons

Softer than the child’s head, in seventh degree

Insouciance quite irritating, a danger common

The entire city awoke in the ceaseless weeping of the child

Only the mother’s prevalent ignorance, selfishness pertains

His face was rubicund, his lungs flat, and his stomach was but poor

Yet in the end he ceased, and only her foolish mother’s regret remains.

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Diamond Blood

Diamonds end with bloodlines

Their predilections undermined

Festered growths underhanded

Faithless Angelus before a bed

With the queue of fool auspices

Plucked plumage for headdress

Poisoned by her own implication

Rictus lock-jawed in desperation

Her tasteful repugnance, forlorn

Whilst the vicarious girl is shorn

Shaven away, her flaxen tresses

Taken apart, her alluring dresses

All she has loved with conviction

Been forced into uncouth eviction

She surmised she could get away

Perhaps, they’d let aptitudes stay

Haphazard heart, painstaking pure

Dosage of monstrosities for cures

Last to transude, her precious soul

Desiccated, tarnish bejewelled coal

Diamonds shall end with bloodlines

So pay your price, emolument of lies

Burnishing mad ’til your fingers bleed

An effulgent illusion of a vestal greed.

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Presenting…The Star Of The Show

I’m still the same old fictile jester

Making an utter fool out of myself

Laughed at by cruel tomato pelters

A class-A entertainment from Hell

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I’m still the same old freak show

Adorned with ugly crimson scars

A main dollar and fifty attraction

Your most fucked-up golden star

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I’m still the same old string dummy

Ventriloquising for false attentions

Puppeting makes me appear funny

In this wooden world discrimination

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I’m still the same old bad maestro

Orchestrating all my envoi failures

In a barrage of dissonant calypsos

Ending a cacophonic musical score

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I’m still the same old painted harlot

With one foot stuck in sinking grave

Oh pity her, oh poor girl, I get that a lot

From snarling vultures I have staved

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I’m still the same old burnt out actor

Standing in an empty five-foot stage

Masks placed to hide, deceive horrors

Tickets waved by a prop’s appendage

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I’m still this delusionary world’s same old national idiot pertained

Wishing in vain to live just so I could wish vainly to die another day

Shame that you couldn’t see who I truly am past this velvet curtain

Too late for the encore—the theatre spotlight’s already closing up anyway.

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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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Foolish Stars

We’re both fools, you and I

Simply looking for some light

Darkness brewing in our cores

But we didn’t want no more

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We’re both fools, you and I

Whose dead stars had to collide

Thought each other was the answer

To feed away at our leeching cancer

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We’re both fools, you and I

By the dark we were rendered blind

Thinking the pain could cancel out each other

But all it ever did was make it grow stronger

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We’re both fools, you and I

But the damage had been done too much

Now we’re a massive black hole, not a force to defy

Sucking out all the light from everything we touch.

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Bullying Hope

I approve of the way you smatter with applause

To give false light to my aching cause

Your sovereign lies might get the pierrots on track

But I’m simply afraid all it does is make my heart crack

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I like the way you think I don’t watch over

When you pick up choices on a four-leaf clover

Luck? Decision? What it is you pursue badly?

Darling, ever think of joining proper reality?

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I quite fancy it when you fall over your face

To apologise for being such a frowsy disgrace

Like I’d care about you enough to accept it

Harsh? Not as harsh as the rock that caused your miserable shit

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I do find it amusing when you cannot even cry

Because of the thick wool pulled over your sad eyes

I should be thankful that there’s a big bad wolf

Gnawing on wool enough just to see the truth

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In fact, I love every single foolish thing that you do

The way you trip and worm your way around with iron shoes

But you know, there’s only one thing I surely loathe

And it’s the fact that I’m stupid enough to keep clawing at my own throat.

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