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Pockets With Holes

‘Cause I’ve broken bones for you
And for you only
I make money but we just can’t
Keep this home…

~*~

i don’t ever want

the world to fall apart

just because of avaricious eyes

begging for fool’s gold

i’ll burn all the money i have

and let my house collapse

into a decrepit debris

if that means i could keep you

because this isn’t all about

shiny pennies and diamonds

that we try to mine under our flesh

and yet only unearth coal

this is about all those prospects

we threw to the faraway moon

how our unfortunate fates

aren’t spun into twisted infinity signs

yes, our mouths may be empty

but it doesn’t mean our hearts have to be

so set your faith past obscuring greed

and cease bleeding for the sake of worthless riches.

~*~

Give me your heart
And your hand
And we can run
(You’re my hope)…

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at the edge of my seat (but i can’t fall off)

Curtains close, take a bow
I think we fooled all of them now
Who you are, what you say
What you do each and every single day
I’ve made my bed, so I’ll lie in it
I’ve dug my grave, so God help me die in it…

~*~

i don’t feel right at all

it’s as if i have a hangnail

at the sides of my heart

and i want to excavate

my chest and pull it out

even if that would make it

worse and bleed me out

but i just fucking can’t

.

it’s like a thousand eyes

digging holes in my flesh

dictating what i should feel

soft glances then angry glares

sweet skies then dark rains

never constant, always blinking

fluctuating under oscillating

up and down and up and down

.

it’s like a quicksilver potion

by a bastardous mad scientist

injected within my system

mercurial and temperamental

turning me in a million shades

of colours unknown to the mind

until i’m unconscious, oblivious

to my own grotesque sentience

.

no, i don’t feel right at all

and it’s like i want to detonate

from all the myriad conflictions

and the infinite contradictions

shattering, breaking, annihilating

i just want to be alright for once

i just want to feel nothing at all

but i can’t…no, i fucking can’t.

~*~

Just like the living dead, I’ve got a taste for something
And I don’t want it, I just need it
And I can’t believe that it’s getting harder just to feel alive
It’s getting harder just to feel alive…

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Stomachaches

My body’s weak, it gave up on me
This time I don’t think I will get out from
What I’m underneath, it’s hard to believe
Another day of rain has come and gone…

~*~

curled up compact

as shockwaves of pain

twist daggers up my sides

doubling over metallic tang

as i coughed up rust

breaking, breaking

.

coiled within and writhing

as the shock slithers into aches

breaking apart in sulphurous acid

tearing holes in my viscera

as i’m blistered and vitriolic

hurting, hurting

.

contorted inhumanely

as the irascible aftershocks

flowed magma on my insides

burning me internally

as i waited for it to be over

dying, dying.

~*~

“Don’t go” she said
I wouldn’t mind but I’m cold inside
I’ve felt so bad for so long
I’m scared I’m fine…

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A is for A-Holes, B is for Bullet holes

Big mouths

Deserve an empty chamber

Of a revolver gun

With the smoking muzzles

In their throats

Hot lead bullets decomposing

In their stomachs

Blood painting a constellation

Of pretty viscera

Their faces contorted into horror

Frozen visage with

An added gaping hole to ironically

Put a stopper on

The hole that started their trouble

Big mouths, they

Deserve what comes to them and

I deserve my hand

Resting contentedly on the trigger

With a smile on my face.

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