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There’s Something About Her

Am I eccentrical? 
Exactly what you want
You’d rather give me up
I’m all alone, yeah, I’m alive
Just see how I arrive
Am I someone that you adore?

~*~

What is it about you

That makes me believe

That I’m always less

Of me than I need?

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What is it about you

That makes me vain

To throw bricks at your

Window when it rains?

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What is it about you

That makes me stare

To spit in my own eyes

Frustrated that I care?

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What is it about you

That makes me envy hurt

As the sting of your apathy

Tastes like bittered ice curt?

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What is it about you

That makes me feel bad

That makes me feel anger

And shitty love in a ballad?

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What is it about you

That makes me remember

Conversations hostaged by

A gun, memories never over?

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What is it about you

That makes me see myself

In the chasm of your eyes

Drinking me in to the death?

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What is it about you

That makes me ask again

Even though you ceased

I’m tempted to keep you in?

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What is it about you

Making me loathe you thorough

Tell me, just what is it about you

That makes me deign for you so?

~*~

I don’t care, don’t let me die here
Wait, you know I wanna, wait, you know I’m gonna
It’s like you want me to, it’s like you want me to
Stay, you know I’m gonna, stay, you know I wanna
It’s like you want me to, it’s like you want me to fail…

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me, myself, and i

I wish it could be social commentary

But this is just a shallow me, me, me

Craving to care past my egocentricity

But I’m devoured by a pathetic misery

I wish I would stop all the maundering

When no sane ear wants to be listening

In the end, narcissistic throes are all lost

To self-hatred; such irony hurts the most.

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Unmade Beds and Bruises

Show me how to kill you
You shed light then she’ll get all broken
Hurry up and get home, my dear
Where the fuck you been?

~*~

You say that you’re sick of sleeping alone

But you blow off every chance for you to stay home

We just adore the way you snap at us and revile

So much so that we might even keep our bruises a while

Your insults are faux pas, oh what a shame it doesn’t contrast

With your loathsome attitude the way your clothing does

So relent with the blatant abuse and mistreat us while you still can

The bed’s the only thing that’s not going to be empty when we’re gone.

~*~

Can’t you take a purpose
With the shape of a better sin?
You’re so fucking contradicting…

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Wayside Grievances

Circumstances beyond the red parameter

Individualism cuts circulation and haters

Idiocy threw the first punch, hit ignorance

Coffee would’ve fixed this senseless dance

Poisonous loathing, and crass tongue sorry

What a waste of a perfectly good apology.

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★ before ☆

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

before the miracles

and curses merged

into a singular beast

and all the vices and

the virtues had their

one celebration feast

the fall was set to come.

before sun and moon

ran away together to

find another universe

and the horizon and

ocean kissed goodbye

in firmament hearse

the fall would soon run.

before bandits and cops

plead guilty and innocent

make amends to the jury

and you stormed out and

i collapsed in mutual loathe

and cold transpicuous fury

the fall has come and gone.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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Your Sainthood Has Expired

Painted red, my eyes are burning
And still you hide behind the waves
Your silence is haunting
Your words relentless
Burying in…

~*~

You have such a cold lush for reality’s melodramatic

That it’s quickly turning into a peptic acidic emetic

Oh, how I wish I’d be a just a little more sympathetic

But your repulsive leftover pity party’s just severely sick

.

You say I’m the one who slashes my own beating heart

But honey, you sharpen the knife’s dullest blade for me

You say I tore the whirlwind pages of this sordid tale apart

Sorry to say, it was never bound in the first place, sweetie

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And yes, true enough, everybody needs their saviour

But there’s never anymore halo-clad patient saints to see

So you wear your own revered badges of rusted honour

And if you want your twisted sacrifice, then go and be

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But just don’t act like you’re clever, undaunted and stainless

Clean and smooth as a tough newly-pressed sheet of steel

‘Cause if there’s anyone that’s talking their broken wings less

It’ll be how you try your hardest to trick with charms and beguile

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Because nobody that’s even gullible will forever be fooled

By your artifice voice-outs of sisterly concern and helping

You think you’ve played the board, tipped the queen and rook

But in the end, you are the dangling fool left hanging on a string

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With your concrete shoes weighed down and your sweet cyanide

Your crown of thorns hurting and your loincloth tears all cried

But now your pure angel tongue is numbed, badly desensitised

Dare you run back to the empty church and get it re-canonised?

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Because your holy gospel is slowly falling apart into sinner shreds

The heavy burden you carry for all of us is leaving you for dead

And your confessions are way past their limit and going overripe

Nonetheless, it’s still less rancid than your self-gratificated pride

.

So you just want to be the good graced ally, humanity’s simple brave fighting soldier?

And you want to be the venerated sacrilegious hero to save everybody’s damned souls?

If you persist to famous martyrdom, then who am I to stop that smoking hot-lead trigger?

And if injury isn’t enough for you, why don’t you go ahead to add insult and take the ultimate fall?

~*~

Scream with the voice of an angel
Lie in the eyes of the gospel
Smile in the face of your victims
Smile for me
This is my last request to you
Hold my breath
I was clutching onto disaster
Hold my breath…

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Transformation

At first, the back of my head throbs

Just a small pulsating angry vein

Threatening madly to simply burst off

And give me an intense bad migraine

.

Blood rushes deafeningly in my ears

Heartbeat pounding in my mouth

My paper skin is threatening to tear

Body temperature boiling high south

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Grating shrills, pervading cold voice

Screams enveloping my every whim

Bones cracking in such a horrific noise

Veiny eyes bleed black liquid within

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Now I’m no longer just a human being

But a grotesque creature transformed

A shapeshifter with no warm feeling

Lusting for horror, gore, and raw storms

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He’s begging for a chance to be alive

But I plead murder in the first degree

And when the monster in me is satisfied

Maybe I’ll let you die a little quicker for mercy.

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