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Blood Feud

There’s a grudge the size of a headache

Palpitating tangibly in my drying mouth

A necklace of bullets and funeral wakes

That’s what the tribulations is all about

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And it festered in a sickening abomination

Of pustules and pus in fluid amalgamation

No mercy strain when it reaches your brain

A monster contrite to lick away sanity pains

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There’s a grudge the size of a headache

And my throat has been badly victimised

There’s no knowing what it’ll actually take

But my burning blood is always traumatised.

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The Bone Orchard

In the bone orchard of midnight lavender

Branches pale and bleached, devoid of colour

Where the moon is solemn and stars are buried

Under shadows and overhead darkness florid

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In the bone orchard of midnight lavender

Where no fruit bears and life burgeons never

Drowsy breeze pushes skeins of leaves wilted

Fluttering like grotesque wings of a raven threat

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In the bone orchard of midnight lavender

Chill with solitude and still as stagnant water

Black bonfires flicker in garish admonition

As brooding souls wander and moan in perdition

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In the bone orchard of midnight lavender

Where the restless death shall thus repose forever

Droves of vermins under groves of tales entombed

Where the spectres and spirits linger in their gloom.

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Aftertastes of Pain and Pleasure

“You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more, because everything new distracts the old.”

~*~

It’s a chronic disease

Festering like rancid bacteria

Kissing razors everyday

I fucking love the pneumonia

Gnash, gnash, gnash

Hissing breaths through my teeth

Gums bleed as they smile

Tongues lacerate as they seethe

Arachnids building castles

With sand and trapped insects

A gossamer threaded mind

Though I was never too complex

So just hate me, I hate me

There is no clearer difference

So just love pain, I love you

Adrenaline’s a refracted inference

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Distract the ankle corpses

Lying under my bedroom floor

Putrefaction aspirations

Hallelujah money, give me more

Scream, scream, scream

Curdled up like spoiling milk

Dry warbling tones wrench away

The woven alcove’s curtain silk

The sweet stink of infection

The salty torrents of blue blood

The sour bile of liver under slaughter

The bitter lusts of a cruel God

So just hate me, I hate me

Don’t be fraught with reluctance

So just love pain, I love you

My wrists are failing away to dance

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Was I too late to even care?

You’re my cloying hallucination

Of virgin vigils and mass memoirs

Be my phenomena salvation

I never saw the whole world alone

No, hell don’t plot to take me

Heaven rejects my grasping fingers

So I wallow in dirt-eyed misery

Dream, dream, dream

And that’s all you can ever do

Lurid eyes glassy, influenced LSD

A pillar of flames burning through

But I’m fucking protesting now

Look away from the wreck of me

It’s a high calibre fanaticism

Fractured away from broken injury

It’s our shared chronic disease

So just hate me, I goddamn hate you

Blind my pulse with your red lips

I love pain, I fucking love that it never stays new.

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Heaven’s Host of Holy Harlots (or; Her)

Now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in and the stomach acid
Finds a new way to make you get sick
I hope you didn’t expect to get all of the attention
Let’s not get selfish, did you really think
I’d let you kill this chorus?
Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster…

~*~

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Testosterone and pheromone clashing on purple stars and narcotic sweet talk

You don’t have the money to pay for me honey, so empty your whiskey and walk

Paint me a picture of lascivious lackeys and jejune Johns glued up on the ceiling

It’s a risky risqué, a flaccid falsification, don’t you wanna genuinely force feelings?

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The audience applauded your strip club scene lauding until you caught the clap

Your bedroom bulbs burning your bare back, the director yells cut! It’s a wrap

Decadent sweat and flimsy nightdress, a godmother touch of ghetto beatnik

But don’t let the acids shock your head, cameraman, attention to the chick flick!

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Rusty bobby pins that stab my dollface like she’s a patchwork quilt, a girl voodoo

Addicted to anorexic magazines, counting every stretch mark on her waistline

Your latest triple-X films didn’t do so well on the silver screen, adultery’s no clue

No one loves you anymore, you’re just another passé blasé belladonna landmine…

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~*~

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You downed your roofies, curled the pills against your tongue, and woke up

With a broken nose, and swimming in blood and vomit in the bathroom tiles

Replay the night where you infiltrated and massacred the innocence enough

A sledgehammer kills your brain and limbs splayed on the counter to defile

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Ideology and irresponsibility, edification of evanescence you coldly brandished

Through clenched teeth you feed and consume, suck the bones of the sun dry

Ate the Big Apple through the core, and yet you’re still starving and famished

Safe scepticism and sober sessions, but darling you won’t get better if you try

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Bulimic bullying coating the lining of your stomach, sinking like wrought anvil

Don’t wanna look like a lookalike, so you crawled in your bed and spindled Anvil

Hollow helium and hearts splattered on the wall, as this boiling passion simmers

I’m left with horseshoes blasting hand grenades, you sauntered away to canter…

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~*~

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Too young to be cynical, too old to whine, dramatic design of sedentary sophism

I’ll attend your recital and pray on budget guilt, quavering on false catechism

Gospel eyes focusing nauseous as I’m making out with the cusp of the booze

Until I’m sulking and subdued and shit-faced and I got fucking nothing to lose

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My ten dollar words are too costly, my immortalised chronicle barely illegible

You’ve got the propensity my dear, be my choreographed sculpture eligible

Gisella won’t sing about the beautiful forest when both her parents are dead

Sauté arabesque, my mermaid ballerina, dance the charade under my bed

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Contemplate going on a date with your executioner to get out of arraignment

A coldness to infect hypothermia and escape, burn the flag to ride full extent

I’ll wait for you and rendezvous, guzzle motorcycle serotonin on the gas station

You’re my getaway and my regime, without you I’m just another human violation…

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~*~

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My maiden of lilac blossom and fragile plexiglas plays dirty, go past the curfew

Your ceramic bones and silicone nerves aren’t making it fucking obvious for you

Kiss my gnarled knuckles hard until it bruises and let the blood be your lipstick

I’m a repeat offender you keep going back to, the stalker burning out your wick

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Rub the wet sand in my dry eyes, sever your umbilical cord off my bluest neck

So put your revolver down for me Annie, this fantasia wonderland ain’t got feck

All the oxygen in my lungs rushed out in a cyclone breath, my blood evacuation

My teeth are tingling at the sight of your old smile, you’re giving me palpitations

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Luciferin in your neon glow lights, a femme fatale and a courtyard miscreant

You’re a dangerous incentive, infamous explicit actor, and that’s what you want

Your illegal wink can cause insanity, your sun freckled dirt nose abating injury

They won’t sojourn the court and bend your lithium cell against a case of perjury…

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~*~

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My darling virgin porn star stubbed her crushed heart by the bedpost late last midnight

Those ruby stripper heels and fuck-me eyes whispered a freak beneath the bedsheets

Aphrodisiac of varnish and musty paint, we don’t need a school bell to start up the fight

Getting intimate with perfect strangers, selling sex and slipping on stagnant love for free

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You came and took me out of your floral mouth like I’m just a repulsive decaying tonsil

But my love, I missed the way you called me persecutory names under the windowsill

Start with after-hours in bars, end up screwing up in cars, I’m your backseat confidential

One foot slammed on the brake as we careen out of control, don’t die, you’re too special

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I can taste the prevarications on my neck, leaving saliva and bile dripping down my warm nape

It’s too fucking late to return past all our selfishness, it’s more than your shaking body can take

My darling virgin porn star, you’re just a funeral wreck, and your life’s a hellbound shitty wake

If you strained yourself and stained your velvet coffin, will you laugh with me until your soul breaks?

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~*~

I got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving
Of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let’s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?

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Throwing Cheap Bouquets by Juliet’s Balcony Stage

Please won’t you push me for the last time
Let’s scream until there’s nothing left
So sick of playing, I don’t want to anymore!
The thought of you’s no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I’ll be one
Because enough’s enough, we’re done!

~*~

Abandoned brains dripping on the cold spiral staircase

My crumpled train station tickets wiped them all away

The nights were as sober as 5 AM Jack on the rocks

Reset reverse repose and smash a hammer on the clock

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You’re like a spoke in my heart, like nails through my teeth

Let’s slow down the sound of pain, ’cause you taste so sweet

I’m like the chlorine in your skin, like the poison in your cure

Maybe I’ll inject the moonshine once again just to be sure

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You’ll never see my face in the movies as you always should

But babe it’s tough to dwell on the surface of Hollywood

Endgame of a bloodless artery, and I’m the rebel subsidiary

I’m the heart attack in your nightmares until you wake me

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Am I confusing? Or complex? Am I the nuclear home you wrecked?

Are you the cannonball that hurtled past and broke clean my neck?

Breaths frosting over glass like a harsh blizzard in the winter

If I’m the martyr dying on a cross, then maybe you’re the sinner

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You mixed suicide in my bloody scotch and you left me to rot

If I’m jumping off the bridge, then you’re my second thoughts

You’re the puppy crush love and I’m the old dog you put down

You hanged me by my collar in the gallows with a silent frown

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We were screaming at each other in the most perfect harmony

If you were crying or laughing at the end of the line, I can’t see

You dosed my soul with whiskey and you sang a metal lullaby

And when I passed out from the hate, you crept out, no goodbye

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So listen, wake the fuck up! Who the hell are you to die on me?

If you’re searching for some peace eternal, then I guess I’m sorry

I wrote your name on my mutated wrists with a blunt safety pin

And the scars on my lips won’t fade away anytime soon, darling

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So don’t you go away now! Who the fuck are you to fall apart on me?

The razor blades in my throat won’t be swallowed with your fake sorry

This turbulent liquid passion made us crash on the tides and capsize

But if there’s a heaven waiting baby, then it won’t have a place for your lies—!

~*~

You told me think about it, well I did
And I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want
I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor
Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming take us now
We’d rather die than live to rest on the ground!
Shit.

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Aberration Alphabet

A is for Annie, who got dropped by a stork

B is for Bernard, who poked a toaster with a fork

C is for Clarisse, who tossed a gun in the oven

D is for Desmond, who jumped a building to reach heaven

E is for Ellie, who got her scarf stuck in a door

F is for François, who thought quicksand was a floor

G is for Gloria, who slept under a falling seesaw

H is for Harold, who shaved with a power saw

I is for Irah, who swallowed radium as a trick

J is for Joseph, who downed twenty pills when he got sick

K is for Karen, who drank her weight in the ocean

L is for Lawrence, who juggled knives for some fair fun

M is for Mary, who used hairspray with a lighter

N is for Norman, who got splashed with liquid nitrogen all over

O is for Olive, who had a hungry spider living in her ear

P is for Philippe, who slept with his car in second gear

Q is for Queenie, who thought the iron was a phone

R is for Richard, who hugged a lorry while walking home

S is for Suzie, who caught her pigtails in the turbines

T is for Thomas, who forgot to chew his pork rinds

U is for Ursa, who tripped while holding an axe

V is for Vladi, who set jackhammer levels to max

W is for Wanda, who mixed antifreeze with a beer

X is for Xerxes, who wore sausage links to lure a bear

Y is for Yancey, who touched high voltage live wires

Z is for Zachary, who read this rhyme and got highly inspired.

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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

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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

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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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Shapeshifter

Layers of human muscle and skin that I do not own hide the grotesque creature within

As I carry on outside with a different life, following the normalities and smiling politely

But if my deception ever gets found out, I drastically change, to pay for my ultimate sins

A painful transformation, ripping teeth, organs, and morphing bones apart to another false identity.

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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…

~*~

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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