Running North,
aura lights
are taking me home.
Six feet underground.
Pine box mannequins,
all done up dead and pretty.
Morticians's pride,
a job well done.
Such a shame,
it was a closed-casket
viewing.
If my pen
wasn't fuckin'
her paper, daily.
I'm sure, I'd be
wearing a tight white
jacket too.
Writer's block,
will be the death
of me.
I swear,
this in several tongues.
Like the Serpents, before me.
You're a real
dick.
Let's just
straighten
you out.
Grab a
hammer
and pound
some sense
into your
hollow-wood-head.
No,
I'm not giving you any.
Go suck, yourself.
We tried,
so hard.
Only
to
fail
harder,
than I ever thought
we
would have.
Romantic fantasies.
Pine box nightmares.
&
My brains,
scattered across the dirty floor.
Covered in y-our blood.
It's everywhere.
Tragedy, was your last name.
Murder, was your first name.
&
I played the part of Victim.
Very well.
Did you get a hard on, when you heard me scream.
As you dug the knife into my back
over
&
over
&
over again.
I'll see you in hell.
Mall goths,
lurking on the dark side
of the venue.
Tonight's show
is going to be
one.
That we'll never forget.
Black lace curtains
rise.
Unveiling.
Revealing.
The truth.
Or uhhh
nothing,
if you will.
Giving up,
giving in
& going down
hard.
On the gas.
Oh you know,
not giving a fuck
&
flying down the free way.
Like a bad bitch.
Till I crash
back
into your arms.
The race is over.
Hello, "Hero" Dr.'s.
Are you having
fun;
handing out heroin hidden,
in little,
tiny pills?
Prescription.
Addiction.
Swimming in the fog.
Until it finally
swallows
you up.
&
Spits, you out dead.
Welcome, to the real-world.
Shit gets better.
<3
I'm caught in a web.
Cause I'm so fly and you're just a spider with a lying problem.
So Imma run like a bullet does from a gun.
Fast and free until I hit the walls,
I've been building.
I'm like water with lemon on the road to bitterness.
My minds going 120 and I'm too short to reach the brakes.
Sometimes when I'm alone,
I can hear my heart slowly breaking
because my soul is trying to walk out on my body.
Like a ghost, I keep fading in and out of life.
Just show no fear.
Never cry.
Never love
Never die.
Liars live lies
for ever.
Yellow eyed wolves
with
sharp-pearly whites.
Are lusting after you.
But they just want to ,
paint their teeth.
With your,
blood-red-dead.
Sheepy
sheep
sheople
carcass.....
& The guy with the
:) eyes
took his pistol,
to his head
& Bam.
It's a brain-blow-out!
Or a
beautiful- bouquet
of blood-black & red roses.
It is for sure,
An Ode To.......
Blowing up Billionaires
By the Billion.
& SO the guy with the :) eyes
Blew out the first
half of his head.
While the last half.
Well, it just bled black.
