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re-drown

we have wound back

to where we all started

zero degrees farenheit

the rain slashes torrents

of the heartbeats that slow

and the blood that boils

into the misdemeanour, as

unforgivable as my vice

.

we have drawn back

to where it all started

a hundred degrees celsius

the circles tracing our steps

of the nerves screaming agony

from the blood that thins into

an unescapable ocean wave

and if there was any way out

let me learn how to swim.

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Schreiende Sterne

Tears from agony

And tastes like burning skin

There’s a solemnity

Indulged in your screaming

A cold childish sorry

Of another blood scintillating

A summer catastrophe

Of failed dusty stars colliding.

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Laryngitis and Lullabies

Dear, when you scream out the lyrics

I fucking hate everything as I feel each anarchic burn of your sharp words

But when you sing softly and melodic

I’m comforted by your warm voice as everything feels all right in this world.

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Concrete Shoes

Cling on tight to loose ends
Claim they’re afraid of them, when I tried to save them
I couldn’t do it; vodka tonic breakdowns
Is twenty really that tiring? ‘Cause lately you’re spiraling…

~*~

I was always terrible at hiding the facts

Trace the letters on your fading palms

Baby, seasons change but bloodstreams don’t

We can’t rewrite the eulogy of the fallen sun

My head contacted the cemented floor

I lost track of my concussions, I lost score

These amber lips beating behind my ribs

Smiling ironically on sapphire tears

I’ve gone for days without any hint of sleep

The ghost of you is counting my sheep

Mornings built on bad nights and brown clay

But I’m not afraid to fall and float away

The meltdown we had was not simply sympathetic

And every flaw was a mordancy melodramatic

The situations to face on clashing conversations

Leading chilly glances and leaving for a “vacation”

But you didn’t have to scream at me when everyone was listening

I’ll forgive but not forget, this concrete rain is so paralysing

I’ve got bricks for shoes, and you were the one who tied the shoelaces

But despite the weight, I won’t sink lower than you, and I’ll finally find peace under the currents.

~*~

(It’s like I’m living with)
Concrete strapped to my feet, tossed out into the sea
Why you gotta scream at me when everyone is listening?
Calm down, you’re waving that gun too fast, you’ve got to breathe
How am I gonna talk to you when I’m wearing bricks for shoes?
Yeah, c-o-n-c-r-e-t-e-e, c-o-n-c-r-e-t-e-e, c-o-n-c-r-e-t-e-e, r-e-t-e-e…

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Aftertastes of Pain and Pleasure

“You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more, because everything new distracts the old.”

~*~

It’s a chronic disease

Festering like rancid bacteria

Kissing razors everyday

I fucking love the pneumonia

Gnash, gnash, gnash

Hissing breaths through my teeth

Gums bleed as they smile

Tongues lacerate as they seethe

Arachnids building castles

With sand and trapped insects

A gossamer threaded mind

Though I was never too complex

So just hate me, I hate me

There is no clearer difference

So just love pain, I love you

Adrenaline’s a refracted inference

.

Distract the ankle corpses

Lying under my bedroom floor

Putrefaction aspirations

Hallelujah money, give me more

Scream, scream, scream

Curdled up like spoiling milk

Dry warbling tones wrench away

The woven alcove’s curtain silk

The sweet stink of infection

The salty torrents of blue blood

The sour bile of liver under slaughter

The bitter lusts of a cruel God

So just hate me, I hate me

Don’t be fraught with reluctance

So just love pain, I love you

My wrists are failing away to dance

.

Was I too late to even care?

You’re my cloying hallucination

Of virgin vigils and mass memoirs

Be my phenomena salvation

I never saw the whole world alone

No, hell don’t plot to take me

Heaven rejects my grasping fingers

So I wallow in dirt-eyed misery

Dream, dream, dream

And that’s all you can ever do

Lurid eyes glassy, influenced LSD

A pillar of flames burning through

But I’m fucking protesting now

Look away from the wreck of me

It’s a high calibre fanaticism

Fractured away from broken injury

It’s our shared chronic disease

So just hate me, I goddamn hate you

Blind my pulse with your red lips

I love pain, I fucking love that it never stays new.

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~wave~r~

i’m underwater

and i don’t know

whether to scream

and let ocean water

fill my tired lungs

or to hold my breath

and die from all

the pressure that’s

ripping me apart

inside instead.

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high octa[n/v]e

your

screaming

notes

of a

wasteland

voice

lulls

me

into a

much

deeper

sleep,

onto a

more

sweeter

dream.

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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

.

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

.

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

.

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

.

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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Clockwork Seizure

“I can feel my nerves clicking like…roller coaster cogs, pulling up to the inevitable long plunge.” ~Will Graham

~*~

Something is wrong inside of you.

Very wrong.

You’ve never noticed it before.

But your minute engines seem to be s-t-u-t-t-e-r-i-n-g along

The gears /stop/ grinding altogether

The parts fall off like a rotten tooth.

And your mind suddenly snaps;

Into a m i l l i o n f e t t e r e d p i e c e s

Snap, crackle, pop.

Shatters silently, leaves no traces

The room around you, you find

Seems to get closer, closer

Pressing against your thoughts

Against your claustrophobic mind

And you can hear the walls

Screaming

Crying

Beckoning you with ~calls~

Pounding

P o u n d i n g  h a r d e r

Gales growing stronger

Fire tornadoes, heart burner

Manipulation and deceit

The universe ever so conceit

The working, ticking clock in the room

Further mocks your whim

Tick. Tick. Tock.

Mad laughter is besmirched in the very air

The metallic smell. The barging pounds.

Getting harder. Faster. Closer.

Until it rips into the walls of your brain.

The awful headache is highly unbearable

Aspirins refuse to dissolve the pain.

Is there anything to do but give in?

The provenance never mattered anymore

The cause is lost and gone too far

All that remains are clockwork metal

Tapping slowly on the concrete ground

Screws, bolts, nuts, cogs rolling away

And the numbers and hands seem to slowly decay

And all smudge together and float around

Before rusting and fading away behind

Along with your wispy broken mind.

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