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anatomical dissection: brain

what hurts more,

remembering to forget

or forgetting to remember?

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you count all the wins

and all the pyrrhic losses

that take your victories under

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what hurts more,

the scars on your shoulders

or the scars inside your mind?

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invisible to the naked eye

but a succumbing force that

makes you lose what you’ll find

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what hurts more,

staying for the sake of leaving

or living for the sake of staying?

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lock the pain up in your room

and hope this house burns down

with you still trapped inside, crying

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what hurts more,

all the words that they said

or the words you never spoke?

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sticks and stones don’t break bones

but splints and cement puts them back

quietly mending what you always broke

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what hurts more,

knowing too much of everything

or drowning in your own ignorance?

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scourge for knowledge, miss for bliss

drain the oceans and fill up the abyss

self-hatred fighting your self-defiance

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what hurts more,

this cold logical ideology

or the lying sentimental truth?

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it’s a constant push and pull

of devastating dreams and riled reality

inspiring like the rabbit inspires the wolf

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what hurts more,

overthinking things again

or not thinking about it at all?

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All Mouth and No Talk

I’ll break all my bones

And cash in all my luck

Before I force myself

To go and listen to such a

Condescending fuck.

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The Blessed and the Blasphemy

The world’s not fucking built of saints

Only gilded tongues and corrupted eyes

The infected castigating the fellow taint

And floral-laden verses dripping of lies

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Persecution is just another word for purge

Heaven’s open, but first we have to grovel

If I wanted sanctimony, I would go to church

Instead of listening to this tormenting drivel

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If they listen to prayer, then I pray that you’ll stop

Holy shit, this pious virtuousness makes me laugh

I don’t mean to be crass, but these words mean bullshit

We don’t have time for compelling, get damn used to it

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I’m not an atheist, but I just don’t believe in playing god

And if they’re here to preach some more, then hell can take me back

I don’t condemn beliefs, just don’t force it down my throat

Because I won’t enjoy the taste—I will just bring it back up and choke.

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give (up)

i’m tired

of the way

i have to

force myself

to live

(i just want

to hang

out my pulse

and stop)

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i don’t know

just how

much i

have left

to give

(but i know

it’s not

going to be

enough).

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of hurtful jesting and petty amusement

i’ll break

my ribs

if i force

a laugh

of fake

scoffs

i don’t

want to

risk my

heart so

i guess

fuck off.

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identity theft

it may be very

selfish—yes,

i may be that

but fuck you

for forcing me

to turn into

someone that

i’m just not.

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The Liars’ Roll Call

They tell you to keep drinking

When you’re tired of one cup

They tell you to keep breathing

When you simply want to stop

They tell you to keep speaking

When you’ve already shut up

They tell you to keep falling

When you’re already on top

They tell you to keep fighting

When you’re shouting enough

And they tell you to keep living

When all you wanna do is give up.

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Dinner is Served!

Watch your mouth, oh, oh, oh
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I’m sure you’d want, want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that…

~*~

A high table set for two

Small talk held by glue

Out comes the waiters

Bon apetit! Here’s supper

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Veins popping in vanity

Pustules snap insanity

Optic nerves on my tea

Mouth tastes of saline IV

.

Your rancid sick words

Shoved down my throat

Falling fast, broiled cold

Pulsating tongues bloat

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You would not sugarcoat

Though relentlessly gloat

My orifice dripping honey

Disgusting, sticky, runny

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Now swallow your pride

An hors d’oeuvre to slide

Pushpins and rusty tacks

For appetisers and snacks

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Gourmandise on your desire

Dreams roast on an open fire

Slime oozing from a cauldron

Seltzer fizzling, peptic solution

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I’m salivating thickest ink

Blood rich on hungry lips

Coiled intestines unlinked

Lead taken in dainty sips

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A heap, hell, shred of trust

Is all I ever asked, deserve

But you spat out more rust

And feed me more dessert

.

You force down fatty lies

And doses of pink poison

Plucked wings of dead flies

Acidic brew of pure emotion

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I understand and I endure

Try to find medicinal cure

But despite meals so many

I’m still wasting away slowly

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I’m sick of disgusting dinners

I’d rather starve than break fast

Like the last meal of a sinner

Lost in hunger and stones cast

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Your dark overcooked words

Just taste severely bitter now

And your false presentations

Won’t appeal to me somehow

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A taste of your own brand of medicine

Right now, is what I’m highly craving

When my blood’s already boiling over

Into scalding burns you won’t recover

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And when you choke on that black bile taste

Regurgitating fast that acrid foamy white paste

Well, don’t you throw it up back to me, crying

Because dear, it’s just rude, and highly unappetising.

~*~

Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take it a day at a time…

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