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how to kill a demon

“Trigger my nightmare once again…”

~*~

i’m holding on

too tight for comfort

the thoughts in my head

are deathless; immortal

they cannot be killed

by mere tylenol or advil

or even ativan alone

but maybe alcohol can

fucking drown them

or starving their bloodlust

will slowly pick them out

and if all else fails, then

maybe a bullet straight to

their hearts will do the trick.

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alienation

they say that friends

are good, but all they

do is build up and hurt

i just don’t understand it

i guess i’m just another kid

with a spaced-out mind who

doesn’t belong to this planet.

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P.R. in the E.R.

Rejected, rejected
You’re never gonna be the one respected
Infected, infected
This is the way that every life is ended
No, no this life won’t swallow me whole…

~*~

Maybe I’m simply a rhetorical felony

An acrobat caught in dangling chains

A contraband of a misplaced memory

The redundant punishment to remain

A confrontation’s my personal disease

I have my cardiac arrest out on a lease

Treatment is the scalpel in the morgue

And I’ll be discharged on forms forged

Maybe I rigged the monitor for mortals

Blood doping and hoping for unreliable

Indistinct responses of epileptic arteries

Lapses and antacid are my only enemies.

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lipstick stains and gasoline brains

Close your eyes
Picture you and I
Selling daylight
For gasoline…

~*~

lipstick stains

and beyond

at the backseat

and all over my brain

i missed the tears

under the covers

disappearing

like little favours

leave me alone

i will close that track

cross the threshold

and mind the gap

i vied for this

this vile acridity

this insane stupidity

and i believe in

the reverse of sense

hoping tragedies

like a sceptical god

a symphony like

sweet medicines to

kick in when the

lights rage in blood

forget about me now

my floral imprints

blossoming on skin

pretty in red and pink

are nothing but

butterfly memories

fleeting and fugacious

as cold as your kiss

hug that jacket tighter

and close both eyes

the walk is shorter

than this long drive

but if your lips bruise

or your fingers tire

from singing back

dear, i’ll douse the fire

my gasoline’s empty

and i’m almost out

this is all falling apart

so hold your mouth

and when everything

fades out slowly to

music and black

as you forget to listen

you will find that i

wiped away all of the

evidence, and the

lipstick stains are missing.

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