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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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