I'm sorry for the drunken tone
They quavers through my voice
I never meant to live this long
He left no other choice.
half-time should be coming soon
Then you can take a break
from this hectic sort of silence
That's creeping 'til my wake.
Don't bother with my "troubled soul"
My "altered point of view"
It's just an evil remedy
To better strengthen you.
I see what pictures play your mind
The water and the flame.
But really, I can handle it,
This ancient tribal game.
.
My Bucket Of Nice Things
They break you with a vengence
They seep into you mind.
Do you know what evil things
Mutilate mankind?
...my tears...
Theylack that special sparkle
That dulling source of pain.
I hold you to the floor today
So you can feel their reign.
...my tears...
Blackened by the soot, reborn
A smile to my face.
Do you know what evil things
Will overrun this place?
...my tears...
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My Fear
Like a cell it holds me
and like a cage it's small
my arms are bound behind my back
I am forced to watch it all.
Vivid dreams of exile
Smashed upon the floor
Mindless chatterlocked away
By a fantasy door.
Slap my mouth, isgusted
Chuckle through my cries
I am the lonely Haunting
That falls for all your lies.
Christ has built me tender
The crimson leaves have too
But underneath the silky skin
Is a mirrored, maddened you.
Toungues of no tomorrow
With a taste of no today
Would leave my life astounding
If my fear would go away.
.
...Ahem...I Think I Hate You...
Oh, you haneous hebetude!
You pompous, vile bitch!
Care to know the feeling
Of the sharp end of the stick?
Kiss my wounds protruding!
If your lips were worth the time!
Your wretched face will blind me
And induce a fevered crime!
It's NOT a little sting of rage
Or just an evil toungue!
It's that heart that's building up in me
That festers in the young!
THAT MINDLESS, ENDLESS, COUNTLESS TALK
THAT YOU MAKE OUT AS ME
IS BACKED BY MANY HOURS OF HATE
AND GLORY WILL BE SEEN!!
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Thinking too much on a Monday
My eyes are dry
Forever more...
I will not cry
Anymore...
I wonder why
I'm waiting for
The day I'll lie
Down with your core
The small, giddy girl
With roses on her cheeks
Becomes the silent soldier
Refusing to be weak
She marches on so sturdy
No raging need to smile
A toughened heart endeavored
I do not feel--denial
My eyes are dry
Forevermore...
I DO NOT CRY...
Anymore
I wonder Why
I'm not the whore
That you deny
Forevermore
I will not cry...
Anymore