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“I’ll fill my pen with blood from the sink”

I wrote down this note to save my own fucking life

Shut the burning doors close, pull down the blinds

I’m a menace to the dripping rain from the window

These shots of tonic are almost as cold as my pillow

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Blurred faces begin to morph into demented sharks

And the stars stuck between their teeth tear me apart

Veins strung taut on emerald lines and silver mercury

I’ll splash your black world with reddened memories

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For it’s never astute, the drugs I snorted kill my brain

My converse shoes are gritting with sieves in a strain

I abandoned all sense behind the rearview mirror

Along with my good luck charms and paling pallor

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Because shit’s never absolving, and nothing’s ever fair

From the fucks I failed to give to the way I do my hair

Atoning my punishment within fingers of whiskey

And sever both hands if I’m feeling a little too tipsy

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So darling, just close your plastic hypodermic eyes shut

And listen to my deep breathing with shallow skin cuts

But pray don’t look into mine, or you will never wake up

Let our redolent pain seep through like stains of teardrops

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I wrote down this song just to say a beautiful fucked goodbye

If it was any worse than better, the readers would proclaim it a lie

So shut my twisted heart off, pull away my broken finger joints

I was never going through the veil, but without it what’s the point?

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Starshot Eros

you struck

an arrow

inside my

chest and

my ribcage

gouging deep…

but consequently,

you missed

my heart

and instead

killed off

the monster

that resided within.

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Conciliating the Innocuous Evil

Don’t stop drinking, the water will hold

I’ve got a tap on the oceans, seven-fold

Did I bruise your two lips efficaciously?

You’re an adenoidal suicidal blue baby

Sterile words are asthenic sanitisation

Are you embarrassed by that attention?

A cavalcade of tragedy and menagerie

Demarcated flirtation in grave robbery

My wink scheming pertinent adulation

Vindication is not the equivocal potion

Presentiment is a faux rubbish tumbril

If you wish to execute me, I’ll fire at will.

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The Calumniation of John Smith and Jane Doe

Let me tell you a story about a boy and a girl
A very different version than you’ve ever heard
Okay, so I’m lying, but all I’m trying to say
This isn’t about the one that got away…

~*~

Let me tell you a story

Of a boy and a girl

One who killed the sunset

The other’s feet curled

Both watched wretched stars

Crash with meteor showers

They licked nectar of the gods

And elucidated powers

Win the matriarchal anarchy

Of the obstreperous race

And the boy and the girl

Were the mascots and the face

And they chased popularity

Like spiders on a web

And anyone who gets caught

Will be devoured and dead

She was the queen bee

He was the screaming lion

They ruled the concrete jungle

With a fist as hard as iron

They solved society’s code

And clambered on other people

With sharp knives and wits

They reached the highest steeple

Forever staying to indulge

Lounging in pecksniffian glam

The boy and girl found bliss

Amidst avariciousness and scams

But their leniency evolved

And the bridges under restless

They began to grow tired

Of withholding the masses

And so their bullets ricocheted

Their crown jewels glinted

Crowds pulled them by their hairs

To obtain what they needed

It turned bloody and carnage

Habituated from vicious attacks

Their downfall shall climax

With a clean suicide pact

The boy with his revolver gun

The girl with her noose and razor

Sitting by the burning castle

“Let’s end this now together.”

But it doesn’t finish that easily

They both survived the dare

He missed his brain by inches

She bled, but only paled fair

One ended up in a hospital ER

Comatose for his existence

The other was thrown in jail cell

To waste away and lose sense

The girl escapes, mad rambling

With some floss and a bent spoon

The boy sleeps, she pulls the plug

“This will all be over soon.”

And this story doesn’t end

With a wedding and happiness

In this version, one gets killed

By the other one’s duress

Let me tell you a story

Of a stupid boy and a foolish girl

This modern Adam and Eve fable

Is no fairy tale for the sober.

~*~

Watch it from your ivory tower
Paint the sky grey, like a coward
How long you’ve got?
I can go on for hours
A sweet little tale that ended sour
My words will ring in your ears…

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Saccharoidal Profanity

Look at darling mumsy Angel with lovely punkin Lisa, being sweet to each other

Like candy cane stalks and jellybean treats and yellow piss on the choleric water

A taste of their shared diabetic poisons is enough for retinopathy and a lethal kill

But if that means I don’t have to throw up seeing their coddling act, then damn it,

I fucking will.

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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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Kamikaze Kid

Caught in a doldrum

Unapologetic slump

Talks sense into me

Full of drugs I pump

Pages were a haven

Relaxed in paradise

As paradigm shifts

To reveal all the lies

Calculate variables

Theorem proved nil

Old plans venerable

As not to crash, fail

Careless, so foolish

In security I believed

I’m behind bars now

Eating my last meal

Self-destructive man

Favouring a shotgun

The ends of a lifeline

Ropes cut loose fine

Backlash, in tongues

Collide with my Hell

You ain’t mysterious

You will kiss and tell

But my blade is fast

Than one phone call

Transmit glory death

No worries anymore

The secrets unfurled

Can’t have an impact

There isn’t a scandal

Ain’t no one to attack

I can save your grace

Mine is at face value

Benefits both parties

Easier for me and you

I’ll win this kamikaze race

And in cyanide I will anoint

I’m pretty screwed anyways

So what’s the fucking point?

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Little Psycho

I get my kicks and I want to start a rager
I want to dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for the violent behaviour
I’m sweating bullets like a modern Romeo…

~*~

Mummy’s little psycho, fears

Brought up inside a crib cage

Sustained by blood and tears

Fostered by loathing and rage

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Daddy’s brave good soldier

Pulling quickly the soft trigger

Bang bang! His brain shatters

What a mess! Rusty splatters!

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Pouring bleach down my throat

Cut the ropes of my own veins

Ha, what is love? What is hope?

Sharp knife to voice my disdain

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Your dead brother with an axe

Every limbs have been hacked

He tripped, you explain sweetly

And we believe you, my dearie

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A black hole in my coldest body

Where warm life had once been

Put some band-aid in it, baby

Here’s some whiskey to clean

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Now dig that old grave deeper

For your dearly departed sister

Pins stick out of her burnt dolls

Needles stick out of her skull

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Please set me free and let me be

Off this picture suburban family

It’s all too perfect, waste my time

And I’ll generate the perfect crime

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Ignored, stored, and bored, so

I decided to play my own game

I’ll be this generation’s antihero

I’ll be a martyr feeding on fame

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I’m mummy’s little psycho, gone

And I’m daddy’s brave good soldier

Though I have murdered everyone

At least now they’ll love me forever.

~*~

Bang Bang! Give me fame
Shoot me up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
You’re dead! I’m well fed
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho and Mommy’s little soldier…

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And They Scream For Blood

You got your finger on the trigger, kid
You got your finger on the trigger, kid
Line it up, line it up, line it up
And hit me with the truth…

~*~

Visceral parts thrown around like celebrating confetti, a showering rain of liquid ruby carnage

Welcome to the brave new world’s generation, this innovative, clean, technological age

Of brave battles bloodshed and bandages wrapped around weaklings’ wounds and warfare

Where justice is so flexible it can be bent and broken easily by the careless corrupting unfair

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The tired newscaster rambles on the current vivid headlines blankly in a monotonous voice

As if reading off a shopping list boredly, the lost names, the fallen victims of a such a cruel deed

The government is your empowerment, but they announce that you didn’t have much of a choice

This can’t be helped, we’re here for you, we’re here for greed, your vote is all we crave and need

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Splanchnic explosions splattering what once was a living human being to the stained white walls

But do their fellow humans run away and cry for help? No. They simply laugh and jeer and call

Asking, almost begging, for more skin and bone and muscle ripped apart to minute paper shreds

Humpty Dumpty’s bones and hearts and eyeballs rolling on the floor, or better yet, a head

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Eating your cold TV dinners in sickest satisfaction while the hostage shooting still carries on

And slurp down your spaghetti quite loudly as a suicide terrorist kills basically everyone

Our brains were trained to bramble, stumble, handle the different sadistic acts of humanity

But when it all comes down to everything, we’re the sadists that have been brainwashed so cruelly

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We demand grotesque entertainment to lose our senses and to alleviate our own listless bore

And so we scream, we scream for macabre death and then we scream loudly for even more

We aren’t satisfied with censored pictures, we need photos to shudder even the very soul of God

And so we scream childishly, like primal violent animals, and we scream some more for spilling blood.

~*~

Stick to your guns
Stick to your guns…

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Collected Rage

Arcs of deep breaths

Oxygen collected within

Bulging blue fists clenched

The monster barely contained

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Slip of tongue and bone

She prattles ceaselessly on

Obnoxious declarations

For all her pitiful affectations

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Calm no longer an option

I lust for defenestrations

Last of goodwill crumbles away

Demons have come to play

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Vivid unkind thoughts

Crimson flashes of blood spilled

Madness, fostered, taught

A friend might just get killed.

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