Please **** with your lace gloves slick to tightened,
plaster your lips with a gentle smile,
homicide's just another ball room dance,
you got to make a good impression.
You got to sweep and rake them from their feet,
spin their breath across the room
for all to see.
Dance with an eloquent air,
cut with the demon's envy.
It's just another party
of a masses blood and cheers,
champagne and of all respectable tears.

I'm a bomb set to a different drum,
combusted to an unhumanly beat.
It's not you,
it's Death,
it's fantasy,
it's you because you're me,
i'm the insanity splashed in red
against your plumage skin.
Explode to resist
tongue at my edged
tip's a tack of misprint words scattered to letters,
it's masterpieces shattered
on the holy savior's skin.
i'll beat to a new theme,
breathe Death's lips spindled on teeth so forlorn to lost.
I'm only pretending me to be,
them to redisplay
we's got issues beneath paper flesh
feels of oceans and drummer boy beats.
It's insanity me
and we speak of for angels plague days of night
and stars a light,
oh it's good,
it's so sweet as infinity's drink.
Immortality's a price for mind
and motions never could keep,
i'll take to crazy under body so age untouched,
years of bitter-sweet.
I'll lose mentality before i die with serenity,
die in minds eye before I and us,
we and them die to God's rule,
perish in fire beyond the grasp of Death's savior hands.
I'll bite bullets before Death could ever catch.

It’s a MAD dash when you’re fleeing
through charring flames,
a haniss act as the flames boil over and spill,
rivers spewing from the windows
gaped open wide like screaming jaws.
Smoke bellowing,
chanted shrieks and harrowing screams
fanning flame with the flaccid breath of the young,
just hopelessly I’ll bring a new worldly suffering.
It’s but the glistening flicker of the bright blaze
and flamboyant gleam
scaving about my slithering grin.
My eyes smeared and polished,
a senseless joy embedded beneath them,
as house to building, 
innocent to sinnly collapse bathed to ash.
It’s but MAD,
watching a maniac
watch a maniac
which just happens to be you.
Fleshly clothed,
spectating the world’s ******
into the salivating mouth of the flames,
tis but a hospital or an orphanage,
a school to a home.
The memory of the twinge and tickle of 
a match head flame spiders about the finger tips,
pawing at the urge.
One more blazing build couldn’t hurt.

But the arsonist in a world of carpenters.
I’ve got matches at the salute,
wired blazoned between my every ashened knuckle,
heart beat furious
I’ll be this worlds iron furnace.
Their flames dance and sprawl
through flaunted finger
and slide of hand,
I’m the psychopath
and these flames children to command.
I dwindle fractured beaten to broken
hardly live to bless lips with breath.
I’ve but one choice,
to torch this world to a forever neverness
or stumble shadeless,
a shadow to brush past life to exist to view.
Always wishing to make a difference, to move, to make new.

Feast on frenzy brawl brazened claw
and cartilage fluttered all about,
it’s but the silhouette of the human self.
****** as simple and pure,
bleeding to bludgeon breath,
ghastly horrors of driving metal steaks
into the sullen degrade of a humble man’s chest.
The sickly of emotional fluid and flaw
thieve God’s breath,
but to glutton against
the flagrant screams of innocence.
We hollow corpses scatter beneath nightly flesh,
hunting out merciless.
Tis a gamble of ticked finger and claw,
just the opening of our manslaughter ball.

There's a cloud bellowing beneath my chest
cradled in fingers to comfort and support.
It's wandering,
pouring a scarlet flush of blackened blues,
embers and pales.
Lightning skips and dashes
into an eternal never land where my heart lingers,
in a storming wasteland
my mind no longer attempts to figure.
There's a happiness,
and an empty chest,
a storm dances and shears,
it's cloud at home between breathless lungs.
I'm under the weather
with a thunder storm buried beneath this chest.
I'm under the weather in a heartless storm,
the umbrella trembles and curls.
Snaps and wallows,
broken and swaying between my bloodless palms.
There's a day break,
a sun's glimmer in all this wake.
There's a smile,
engraved in glorish cloud,
there's a storm and it's pouring down.
I’m under the weather,
a cloud aghast i can wait for this storm to pass.

If Happiness is a contagious drug
then I’m sure I’m hooked and high,
where'd the sad flee off to,
when did the falling sky stop crushing my lungs.
I’m for sure that the air's flooded and barraged in fantasy drugs.
If God's got happiness in a needle then I’m in the bathroom,
plunging my thumping veins of cyanide in my happy suicide.
The air's thinning down,
lungs collapsing
rooms running round and round.
I've got the trigger twitching up to heaven and space,
I’ve got the barrel lodged against this perspiring face,
guts to glory life to lord
I’ll blow the universe sky high,
never to see,
never to hear,
never to know fear.
The roulette's spinning a Russian game of life or death,
I’m lost in conscience,
high on **** and happiness.
Give the word my hands a twitch set to snap,
scoured to tense,
there's nothing left, but these dreams of bliss.
A heresy of contused and flowing light,
day dreams illusion sugared sweet in an infedimine delight.
Pull the switch assign my soul to lasting high,
take my crackling mind for one last ride.