Swallow your pride,
Let's go get high
And taste the sky
In each other's eyes.

Every fascist has to die
You can look them in the eye
And you don't got to cry
'Cause you'd be saving ******* lives

Great scott's *****, we're coming apart at the seams
Don't know why I'm still dr-dreaming
Of a whiter christmas lost to witness-
ing the death dance of all time
Maybe it's just that I'm losing my mind
Or it's the drugs I haven't yet imbibed
Time after time will tell
If it's working or it's hell

Hands around her throat
I straddle while I choke
Devour all she wrote
On murders which I'll quote
All across her body

Bite until she bleeds
Drink everything she seethes
Slap flesh all red and raw
Hair torn inside a fist
With ripples of pleasure

Your beauty hangs rotten like succulent petals that taunt the innocents demise
That's a lie, there ain't no innocence behind my eyes
And baby, I tried, but you got too many faces to hide in high tides
If I could love you any less don't you think I would have?
Don't you think I would've cut this beating heart from my chest and swallow my last breath with a cyanide chase?
These pills I take are laced with regrets that taste like you and leave me black and blue on the inside
All's fair in love and war so I made myself a ***** and fight battles in my core
I've been plucking 'she-loves-me-not' petals from a foxglove that's left me vomiting
I packed a box love so I can consume myself for lunch like the ouroboros eating its own hair
The fare's fair since I got dollar signs for eyes and my lack of spine nets me a discount.
I hope some day I'm credited for your self discovery, it'd be love-a-ly to be recognized as the ******* I've always been
I've slept with sin but her lipstick burns my tongue when we touch, don't even get me started on our *****.
If the world's a stage than I'm a discounted actor still waiting for his big break while tripping over his shoes
One too many tears have been shed for what might've been but we haven't done enough about what is
Can't help but wonder is his kiss tastes like blood or if that's just the poison talking
I'm a walking coffin with ether in his lungs and an ego no halo fits
Better off avoiding the saints since I'm sick of their stories and the gory details of my afterbirth existence bores them
Got two pistons pumping sludge through my brain like novocaine for the thoughts of my own self worth
If anything, I'm said one too many words a thousand times over again and I've been misheard and falsely incriminated for my bad grammar
I stutter and I stammer when I think of you, until I'm nothing more than a broken *******
Guess we're back to the ***** imagery again, not that either of us are surprised
I've always been a bit of a *****, but that was the post you'd chosen to hitch yourself to
Or at least it was once, now its just rotted wood and termites head banging to classic tunes

I need you,
But you **** me up
And I loved you,
But you ****** me up
And I'd love to,
Love to ******* up
But that won't do,
Cause we're too ****** up
And the world's doomed,
Cause we all ****** up
So we'll consume,
Cause it ***** us up
Lost in the gloom,
Now that it's all ****** up
Our new hecatomb,
Entombed and all ****** up
Just like us too,
All ******

I want to ask the things that hurt but I don't want to pain you
I want to show you death, inert, but I couldn't restrain you
I want to give you what your worth, but I don't want to pay you
I wanna watch you swallow girth, fall through a hollow earth, catch cholera from dearth like a twisted ****** birth
and
Watch as I emerge, singing songs I call a dirge, where two or three of us converge, like sprouts of Allegheny spurge that there's no pesticide to purge and it is just a ****** urge that I can't seem to ******* scourge, something known to re-emerge to take my lungs and then submerge
Until
Until the blackness comes
and all is undone.

In hands held aloft
Are placed lives, future lost
To grip tight, knuckles white
The very thing that keeps us weak
This fragile mortality of ours
Has fueled centuries, decades, years
Art, war, ***, and death
And still no answer to the question:
Should I squeeze or let go?

Too many words, too many doubts
And they keep pouring out my mouth
All I have are the things I say
And these, too, will fade away
Like a sigh on the breeze
Or you screamin' on your knees
The memories aren't to be trusted
They're rusted and falling apart
My heart grows two sizes too big
I kid.
Maybe we are nothing
Already all that we're meant to be
Or maybe we're everything
But just too ******' blind to see
I've been experimenting lately with giving up
But I just can't seem to master the skill
I'm holding onto hell
And I'm loving every second
I feel alive, electric, slidin' through your insides
If this fixation is only in my mind
Then I'll pretend it isn't
And bury alive
All evidence to the contrary
It's a hari-kari type of existence
Pistons churn my stomach to mush
Quicker than butterfly nets capture beauty

Everything I hear reminds me of you
And I kinda like the way you're riding my mind
Like you crawled behind both of my eyes
And made your home inside of my spine
I only wish you could hear it from my view
Every syllable is you, through and through
And the beauty is deafening.

Time and space both standing in place
I think I would like to hide there a while
If I may.

Why listen to words
You don't want to hear
When you got the power
To **** all you fear
With bullets and brawn
Cowardly things, those
You slaughter your foes
But are stuck with your woes

I waited so **** long
That I forgot what I wanted to say
Something about the beauty in her face
The deftness of her grace
Or the little sighs that she would make
I fear I won't remember
That I'll forget more each day
But some day I won't remember forgetting
And that's A-O-******'-K

Bow down to your new god
The ***** in the mirror
Smiling between broken teeth
Eating **** grin
Pearly whites with nicotine stains

You are weak
So you found me
You are soft
So I **** your mind
You will worship
The very ground I walk
Or I will make of your face
Every fear you've lost sleep to

Now bow, bow, bow
And break your back
Now bow, bow, bow
And don't look back
Now bow, bow, bow
And smoke this crack
Now bow, bow, bow
And give up your will to me

Sacrifice the unwilling at the foot of your dependence
I'm sick of what I tend to see, all this could end for me
And what would I leave behind?
Besides the pretty corpse and finance woes.
Because my so called legacy seems like **** to me,
I'm not so sure I can keep up with what I want to be,
need to be so much better than myself,
and without some help, how the hell do I get there?
Pen to this page, at least I can sort a bit out
and shout shout ******* shout
without the open mouth....
Memories of misery from the future filter back into my brain
and I can feel all the pain, feel all the pain, feel all the pain feel
all
the
                                                                                                            pain
inside my brain in driving me inside and in ways I can't write I loss sleep at night thinking about a blue face wrapped in ways wrapped in waste wrapped away riiped away riped awy ripppeddddaway...y
                                                no more smiles
                                                      please

I’m slicing my arm open to stick these bullets inside
So I’ll have ammunition when I look into your eyes
I need help getting over this hill of my own making
I’m quaking in my boots with every compliment your taking
Inject the ****** in my blood, it’s never never enough
Each smile like an ****** cloud handcuff
My hands and feet are tied together,
So I haven’t been able to weather this chase
My heart’s beating out my chest, losing the race
If I could slip this noose and escape in you
The love in my chest might finally ignite the spark
All that’s needed as the bullets rip me apart.

Reality slits wrists faster than lovers can kiss
I'm bending over backwards to spray out my last words
Everything I see, reminds me of her but I'm glad I still care
It's better than the reality I'm living, pitch shifting my dreams for another paycheck
I want to run away from my all my responsibilities, out for cigarettes like daddy did.
Sorry kids, I regret to inform you that I'm not bitter or remorseful
Just an *******

We're murderers
Tracking through the woods
The prey we'll take home
To cannibalize again
Each and every moment
We've spent together here
Until they've been digested
And replicated in mass
We put them up for consumption
Selling copies of our souls
Like murderers
Painting pictures in the snow
They fade away in minutes
This compassion that we've shared
Until there is nothing left
But the corpses of our fears

I have no more words left
Maybe I never did
And every word I've written thusly
Is all equal to ****

I am lost and screaming
Always alone
A helluva catch
That's left to die on the boat

I see no reason
No answers, no friends
No way to keep it civil
And just hold hands in the end

I am a *******
Shaken, not born
A tube TV,
And portable source of dopamine

If I'm crying
You'll never know
I couldn't trust you enough
To let the cracks be shown

I hate reality
Only that ain't true
I love the **** around me
And the flowers in bloom

But I'm in a cave
A closet, a cage
Some place to trap ambition
Where serenity fades

My words are ugly
You think I ain't know?
But they're all I have to love you,
So why not just leave 'em alone

The cliches are closing in
I'm running out of space in my compressed chest
No longer able to breathe
I have such a need
Such a ******* need
Yet powerless I stand before the demon's of my own making
Somewhere deep inside, slumbering
Let me wake to find some inspiration, divine
Because this purgatory is eating me alive
This liminal space where my purpose fails me
And I find myself swearing in circles
Sweating profusely
Each beat of my heart bringing me closer
To death as a failure of dreaming

Depths of depravity, you can not take from me
You can not take it nor can you fake it
**** around or get *****, kid.
Such a dog to me, to pet to play;
A kitten fed on ecstasy
Of chemical bliss contracting touch, you see.
Rush through me and take everything
But in these depths of sweet depravity,
We shall be as one.

I'm destabilized
and the need to reinvent myself
every night
is taking a toll.
I'm more than a little bit lost
and I would give anything
for a soft breast to rest my head
and call home.
I'm a crisis
all calm and cool
dressed like your dad after school,
all good intentions
bad etiquette.
Cronenberg on the inside,
a walking wurm when reversed
like a Yuzna flick
with better acting
but just as much soft-core ****.
My mind and soul
are bigger than this room
but its walls seem so familiar
as they suffocate me
until I am nothing more
than the sound of a keyboard.
Get with me
and I'll **** you dry
until I'm bored of your very existence.
Just witness my actions
and tell me I'm not a *****,
a liar, or the enemy of good intention.
These verses are destablized
as evident from their lack of target,
since already there's been like four of you.
Crawling on your knees,
whispering please,
we're all tied tongues
and bitten lips.
Baby, life's got a lisp
and he's been rocking it,
paying out of pocket
while stacking the deck
against us.
Cohesion is a bore,
a sloppy *****,
only functioning to keep us
whole.
Let go
of your ego
and see what you become
when there's no more limits
just live it,
a futile existence
isn't even close to the limit,
so don't you ever quit on me,
claim life is a disease,
when the only thing
that's holding you back
is staring in the mirror.

Taste
Touch
And waste not

We've slaughtered plenty
To eat their own
And time has proven
We're all disowned

Every word I write feels weak in comparison to the fire inside me
Stoked higher each day, my desire was set to expire
But the date never passed.
I'm stuck inside of myself wishing for a chance
But we left 'em in the past
And the future already seems set in stone
The fire inside will burn me alive if I let it
I'm fighting to hold my tongue for the bloodletting
But I'm betting it's only upsetting to me
Use me up and let me waste away
I would give both my faces for just one more day
Crawling on my knees to kiss at your feet
I'm terrified, nowhere to hide
Tried to write this story myself but my blood just wasn't thick enough
Wish me luck
Who ever said you only die once lied.

*******
Myself
Dis-si-pating
The ghosts inside the hearth and the house
Screaming out
Cries for help
Reaching out
Blame
Another time for calling names
They're rushing in
And the cockroaches doth profane
This place inside this eden of my own
Award the akutagawa prize to another oppenheim'
I don't know, I've lost my mind
Death have I become? for seeking glum inside this prize
I've lost time and leads to nothingness to hide in-kind some little ****
And puddles forming most of this there is no way to disguise how
much I've found chasing dreams in the guise of a clown
Dont look for me where I can't can't be found
I'm setting out in empty clouds
And between thighs of lovers cave secrets cave I keep in
and I'm caving in the things I never said, that hollow side of the bed
That you call your own, you call uh-oh, you callous scone
with blueberry edges and
razorblade dough
I'm losing oh no
I'm losing oh no
No no
No more time for butterflies
and no more time for shallow lies
You love me not fist *****
and hollower than this wrist cuffs
Taste me in everything he ever
did to you
But to *****
My head back into the bulb socket in the pocket of a man who never knew where he was going nor began and the pain inside his head nothing less than every scratch you left
Bleedin' through his corneas, your ****** and the horniness
Seldom does a pin get pushed quite so deep
Beneath the birds and extinct bees
But watch and you'll see
The scratches on the walls

I haven't been entirely honest
But who has?

I haven't been all that forthcoming
My bad, my bad

You might say I've misled you
That's your right

But everything I've done,
I've done for me,
So *******.

I drank away the stars from the sky
Embraced the the absence of light
Ate the sun at rise
Lost the weight of the world
The full moon held my hand
When the cataclysm began
Torn asunder as oceans rose
To take from land our precious homes
Frozen ice to be our tombs
The life has stilled inside her womb
Silence kills where bullets fail
Incisions made to terrify
No wind left for us to dry
We've braced ourselves the best we could
To walk amongst the lot we've doomed
Our selfish ways to feed our need

And when I dream
Will I still dream of you?
And those evil things you do
Hips sway side to side
Open up to the inside
And slide into my mind
Or maybe just your thighs

And will you still be mine?
As he rips apart your sighs
It's not the world I devised
That has kept me from your side
Now let's go get ******* high
And try to just survive
With this empty hole in mind

The flowers in your eyes
Are wilting
Surprise
Who could have seen that coming?
With the poisoned soil you've planted in
Or the venom you watered with

Sever before the rot spreads
Before it's too late for you
And this whole thing becomes your everything
Just like you were to me

My words are a poison, pick them perfectly, preferably with passion and pleasure.
You might just get a treasure.
But find me with your irony, your ivory tower and ignorance and I'll watch as both eyes rot out of your head.
Who did you think was running this show?
God's a hobo with a list of fetishes, vices and curses;
He ain't afraid to use them, bruise them or let them die.
Look into his eyes, do you see a smile or your demise?
I'll let you in a secret, so long as you keep it,
Which won't be hard where you're going.
So listen close, while the hounds of hell nip at your feet,
I'll only say this one, so listen well...
...****, he fell.

Finger **** my brain but not with your pain
I got my own and it’s only taken it this long to grow
Accustomed to the ebbs and flows of my daily woes
Black out stress and wake up an egotist that lost his ***** to capitalism’s fist.
**** a society that’s too blind to see the lie it breeds between its blackened teeth.
I’ve been a poet as long as I could know it but no one listened and I couldn’t find an *** to start kissing.
So here I am, watching my career build so I can one day too be a black and blue has been.
I’ve been on a suicide binge once or twice so I can tell you to get high if you’re gripping the knife, even if I’d prefer you wouldn’t but since you’re not gonna listen to me I’ll make my own exit.
Looking at how long it took me to get where I am, it’s a wonder I didn’t stop; but I got so used to tripping up hill, you can find me walking on my hands.
Or walking backwards, walking into walls, walking into you, this reality just ain’t as colorful, sorry, really.
Next time you’re burning a bridge maybe back away instead and see if it rots and festers that way the nerves are dead and dog has a new chew toy.
Or maybe just do whatever the **** is you, none of this ever mattered to begin with.

Who am I?
Who are you?
Does anyone even know these days?
Am I my past, my present, or my future?
Are you a lover, a liar, or a suture?
We're ripping reality to shreds
and the chemicals in our heads
are a helluva rush, love,
wouldn't you say?
I've said a lot of words in my life
and they just keep coming,
a little too fast.
Shake that ***, let loose and have fun.
Ain't no reason for both of us to sit around ******,
underachieving low goals.
When you're ready for more,
you can ride my shoulders
and catch the stars.
We'll take them home
and bottle them in a see through jar.
I'm a little too far,
or maybe just a little too far gone,
but I've been watching from the sidelines.
I wonder if you can hear me cheering,
my fists in the air,
blaring my support.
I want nothing more than for you to be happy,
even if that means I have to disappear.
I'll pour the concrete myself while you drive to the shore.

What am I and where have I been?
Time is looping once again
and folding back in on itself
it seems to be, or rather to me,
that the spiral theory is proving true again.

I don't know if I'm fully innocent,
or satan-sent or sinner's breath
or whatever the **** I am,
I guess I ain't frankly know ****.

Yet I'm dissecting sections of myself,
metaphorically in this particular case,
and trying to get to the bottom of this...
this medical-spiritual experience that has been
ripping itself forth through my reality
like a ******* hurricane through Galveston.

Perhaps with enough illumination
certain features of the creature called me
will come to light and brighten up my days.

Who's to say?
I'm certainly not.

My throat gets caught in my gut
Circling birds feasted on by the rats
The cat chases the dog and tails are wagged
The pale light of the sun blanks the flaming moon

Pull another steak from the garden bed
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I lost my head
Don't know where it hasn't been
But it's going back to the past again

Lick me clean with your bleeding eyes
Open legs and take me outside
The snowy summer air so crisp
You almost almost smell it on your lips

Pull another steak from the garden bed
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I lost my head
Don't know where it hasn't been
But it's going back to the past again

And now that it's dying, we'll ******* to space
Instead of ever trying to fix up the **** place
Like a careless land lord, exploiting the slums
All that matters are our buildings' incomes

We'll go to school and learn to be better
Do our best to earn an award from a debtor
Then enter our sector with these older wage setters
And realize we were tricked by a scarlet letter

I don't know, maybe we're all just ******?
Tired of pushing our luck?
You pushed a gun up to our heads

There's people always dying out East
To look and listen really is just the least
******' thing we can do for them, ain't it?
If only the domestic Nazis would quit

"We ain't got a problem with guns," we got a problem with killers,
Police, race, wages, gender, ***, and the community pillars
Blame drugs and depravity 'stead of the system that ****** us
Like a date-***** co-ed sent home on the last express bus


I don't know, maybe we're all just ******?
Tired of pushing our luck?
You pushed a gun up to our heads

I don't know, maybe we're all just ******?
Tired of pushing our luck?
You pushed a gun up to our heads

Trigger finger, now we're dead

Write words, curse and chase the hearse
Swerve, first, into oncoming traffic
And see which way my head goes when it hits the pavement.
Maybe that's why I got a bike instead of car,
Har-de-har-har.
I'm ****** up but lately it's just the chemicals in my head,
Not really any fresh ****.
I don't know if that's refreshing, or just ******* deafening,
But I'm really doing better than ever before,
Yet some things never change and I still feel like a *****.
Nevermore, the show must go on,
So how about a pyrotechnic display.
We'll just call it an accident when my career burns to the ground.
But *******, it's really hard to focus lately and not sure I even want to.
Do I want you?
Do I want to...
Hide away in some getaway and get on the way to a family and show and tell what knowledge fell into my lap,
maybe even a goat or two and a world of ******* beauty.
Or maybe I'll stay left askew, questioning you and tearing everything you love asunder, drowning it under entitlement and **** fits and another hit - literal and figurative.
But that really doesn't feel like me, so this isn't really a coin flip, a dichotomy or anything but a fantasy.
Though that's all words ever really are; from being hit with a car to smoking joints under sparkling stars.
Whether figurative or literal, they only exist in your head.
So take them to bed, wake up and seek something physical and animal,
While you're at it smoke a bowl or two,
We'll cut and rip and slaughter, too,
Only in the games we bother to,
Then go and make some art and *****,
Learn to pick apart our problems, too
And in the end, open hearts;
through, through.

Now that all is said and done
We've given way to life and sin
Heaven-bound, so hell shall weep
With broken homes that'll let us in

Father's favorite precious jewel
Was ripped apart from night til' noon
Opened up with savage thrusts
From fleshed knife several years too soon

Little cries and battered anguish
Battered form and soon to vanquish
Free her soul from prison walls
And left this life frissoned falls

On jagged rocks her body broke
To meet the mind once bespoke
Bleeding wounds through life now faded
No longer father'd and degraded

I want to kiss and take your thigh
Between teeth your flesh I find
And I gaze into your eyes
Just like I stare at your insides
And now religion's hard to find
Show me yours, I'll show you mine
Devour you in time
Every thought that screamed your name sublime
Not another second left to waste
The way I taste your pretty face
And swallow all that's left
I'd follow you until my death
Oh baby, **** me, make me whole.

Ripped to pieces,
Horrific tear
From a loving embrace
Between man and boy
Can't stop the bleeding
What you've done to me there
Healing for centuries
Or so it still feels
I'm empty without you
And I hate you for
You've ***** my mind
As much as you did my body

I want to love you but your killing yourself
Ain't no screaming for help
Because you taught yourself its okay
But when the windshield cracks
And the glass cuts your neck
Are they really the kisses you wanna get?

Baby I'm wet
And I'm tired of slipping in your blood,
Screaming why at the sky
Pulling out my hair
And losing another could've been, should've been
Isn't.

Make pretend that you're happy
And lose some friends in the process
Losses ain't so hard to take
When you're brains dying
So convince yourself your flying
While you crash land.

I set myself on fire like I’m Richard Pryor
I am getting higher than my love desires
I am not a liar, only tired, uninspired and rewired
I am firing syllables like bullets,
So the fullest of you can burst black and blue
What should I do, I turn into you
Subscribe to the pain, don’t worry it’s peer reviewed
Sniffing animal glue, becoming the wandering jew
And covering the hotel room with my residue
Hitherto you’ll grow into your interview
Live up to to your retinue
Sever the connective tissue between your issues
And taste the powdery mildew that’s infected us.
Trust issues don’t interest me, plus
If I’m honest, thus, I’m used to the treasonous
Since they’ve already pushed me under the bus
And left with too many topics to discuss
I’m bleeding pus on these pages
and I kinda like the way they resemble you.

I'm a beast, still incomplete
Virile yet meek, chubby not sleek
Greet none that I meet, to a lair retreat
To attempt some new feat, and die to the heat
Drive through each defeat, til' I flourish replete
And find what the **** I'm after

Grab this blade
and cut away
All the pieces that he left in you

Take a drink,
your stomach sinks
And there's nothing anyone can do

It's okay,
we're all in graves
That are filling up each day

No one knows,
nor do they care
About hate rising on the air

We're almost done,
so sorry son
But what the **** else can you do?

Just grab this blade
and cut away
Every ******* thing in you.

It seems I'm losing pieces of you each day
Some times I can't even remember names
Pet or Christian, or whatever you were
I can't say I remember, oh no, dear God.

I sometimes wish I could remember more
But the true is you were a ******* bore
There were parts that I liked, even loved
But most the parts were pretty much dead

Sometimes I sit and let the shower run
And I try to think of times of fun
But not much really comes to mind
Was our whole relationship so ******* blind?

I'm sorry if I never thank you in praise
For the way that you helped to raise
Me out of some kind of funk I was in
But that's all you were to me and now,

Well, I guess we're done.

Good life
With lies

Children
Mothers
**** them

Steal

Violence and violence
Live in peace
Die in peace

Betrayed
So terribly betrayed

Be kind to children
Be kind to seniors
Take the potion

We are not committing suicide
Revolutionary act
Do not take our death in vain

Death is not a fearful thing
It’s living that’s fearful

Choose my own kind of death
I’m tired
I’m tired of…
Tired of it

So many people’s lives in my hands
Don’t want your life in my hands

Now is the dispensation of judgement
Revolutionary suicide council
Self-destruction
Because I’m a prophet

Died every day to give you peace
Still not had any peace
Still not the kind of peace I wanted to give

Suicide
To have us destroyed
Many will destroy themselves
I’m speaking as a prophet today

The damage will be done
I cannot separate myself from the pain
We’ve walked together too long

I saved them
I saved them
I made my example
I made my expression
I made my manifestation
I’ve been born out of due season
To leave this ****** world

We lay down our lives in protest
We lay down our lives to protest at what’s been done
The criminality of people
The cruelty of people

There’s no point
There’s no point to this
We are born before our time
They won’t accept us
If they come after our children
Then our children will suffer forever

Take ease
Take ease
Take ease
Take ease
Take ease

Sit down
Sit down
Sit down

It’s all over
It’s all over

What a legacy
What a legacy
They invaded our privacy
They invaded our home
They followed us six thousand miles
… the Congressman’s dead

Get us some medication
There’s no convulsions with it
It’s just simple
Get it before it’s too late
Don’t be afraid to die
They’ll torture our children
They’ll torture some of our people
They’ll torture our seniors
We cannot have this

How many are dead
Oh God
Almighty God

It’s too late
It’s too late
They’re all laying out there dead
I didn’t but my people did
They’re my people
They’ve been provoked too much
What’s happened here has been an act of provocation

You don’t know what you’ve done
I’ve tried
You’ve got to move
To get that medication

Everybody was so happy when they stepped through to the other side

It’s hard
It’s hard only at first is it hard
It’s hard only at first
You’re looking at death
Raising up every morning
It’s much more difficult
It’s much more difficult

For God’s sake let’s get on with it
We’ve lived as no other people have lived
We’ve had as much of this world as you’re gonna get
Let’s be done with the agony of it
It’s far
Far harder
To watch you
Every day
Die slowly

You are dying

This is a revolutionary suicide
It is not a self-destructive suicide
I think it’s humane

Somebody relax
Relax
Relax
Die with respect
Die with a degree of dignity
Lay down your life
Don’t lay down with tears and agony
There’s nothing to death
Stop this hysterics
This not the way for people
No way for us to die
We must die with some dignity

Mother, mother, mother, mother, please
Mother please...please...please don’t
Don’t do this
Don’t do this
Put down your life with this child
But don’t do this
Keep...keep your emotions down
If you will be quiet
Be patient
Be patient
Death is…
Dead is a million times preferable to ten more days of this life
Death, death, death is common to people
Quit exciting your children

Kick off with a bang
*******, I'm insane
Starfucker taking aim
And I'm the one they blame

We all bleed out the same
We're all in ******* pain
The world serves to inflame
While forgetting your last name

Death is on your breath
Or maybe it's the ****
Your throat left to constrict
And it's so derelict

What do we have left?
Why aren't we so blessed?
This cardiac arrest,
Leaves the immunosuppressed
And all the dispossessed
Left with their unrest
And actions of protest
Sure seem like they suggest
Why we're so ******* depressed
And bend over to ******
The maiden's undressed war chest

My thoughts are spiraling like Lateralus was playing again
I aim to win, only I'm not sure if I'm shooting straight
I got an ego like you've never seen,
only I've been suppressing it so long I finally earned my sir-name.
I think that means I can now complain about how everything is aflame in this war game between our pen names.
Or is that pet names?
You've got a piece of me that I didn't know I had given up
and I'm scared to death of how simple it is to crush
my very existence in the palm of your hand.
I demand a trial by keyboard, so the warlords I've adored can finally see my lack of spinal cord and my criminal record.
Death dances disco around me tonight,
as everything burns around me tonight,
and I just don't want to be around me tonight,
so why do you?

Let the dead dance on my grave
and let me join them

For I know which way the wind blows
and all I can do is pray

I'm nothing short of illuminated
in the light from the gallows

Should I hang this day or another
is of no matter worth considering

I've made my bed, slept,
and now I wake broken

My back is bowed, my hands bloodied,
this is the life I've made

I shant take it back for aught
and nothing you do can make me

My whole body shivers and shakes
with every word left unspoken.
And I don't know if this fire is because I'm broken,
but I desire the funeral pyre and a 21 gun salute.
It's kinda cute, isn't it?
This pain I put me through;
or maybe it's you?
But should that be subject or object?
I guess the truth is I object the coming car wreck on the horizon.
But I haven't slowed down, so what's that saying now?
I'll only have myself to blame
but it's worth the pain
for even another minute
or a second smile.
I can't help what I feel
or the quantity of it.
I just want you to know that I ******' hate it
and love it.
So when your lips slit my wrists
my last wish is that you dug it.

And I still love each and every one of you.
From the ****** to the harlots, the housewives, single mothers and emo creamsicles.
The scene chicks with the big hair always held a hold on my chest.
Dyed hair, whiskey and cigarettes.
Play another round, let's stay a while and place another bet.
The house is losing at last, so goodbye to all of you.
An **** subsides, the **** of a nation's replaced the pornstars.
I've got horns on from the things I've done to you, for you and with you.
A latina *** is sleeping in my bed and there's a Colombian marching band playing through my head.
There's only so many pikes to fit these holes and hoist my severed visage.
I'm a wizard but not the grand type; more Gandolf the grey, country white boy neurodivergent.
The city's gone now there's a kitten in my bed, with her *** in the air and the smell of **** and *** in the air.
There's an animalistic, cannibalistic streak to the violence between our touches.
I'm a rough **** hungover from a trip down suicide lane again;
At least it's more ideation and less action;
But ain't that my problem these days anyway?
I miss the dyed hair, the tattoos and the things I'mma do to you.
Let's hurry up this solo-death and spill ****** fluids across the canvas again, lover one.

Young and tender,
Her flesh, it renders
One incomplete
Or so it seeks
With razor sharp claws
And rapacious applause
To consume whomsoever
She's really quite so clever
In that all that she meets
Is all that she eats
With no names exchanged
And nothing arranged
I wish I had known this all before
I brought her home through the front door