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Take it just a little too deep

       Skin burning
   Knuckles cracking
         Knees buckle
  Just reacting

       Flying overhead with torn wings

Im a sad excuse of skin and bones
But you love me when we're alone

Take me back to where I was
Before I met you
Before I loved you
We used to have friends in common
Now I talk to no one but you

I give my heart and mind just to taste you.
I know I'll never get them back.
When those you supposedly hold close grow comatose
From the cold wind you blow from your collective holes
You'll know
The strength of the silence bearing down on your throat
Ripping your stupid little thoughts to shreds as they're spoke
You're nothing and never have been and I'll let it be known
In the absence of the annoyance you call your voice
These men you fill your life with will resound and rejoice
They could never fill the void you left in yourself
You're pathetic, worthless, and far beyond help
Dedicated to the more treacherous members of the Herring family. They know who they are.
Antidepressants on antidepressants*
I've been so depressed yet you stay majestic
You stand in my flames
They just enlighten your features
I burn more brightly and char at your feet just
Looking into those eyes
What a gorgeous demise
Yet the only way I'd die
Is if you severed all ties
I could live as a picture in your beautiful mind
And every time you remembered me **I'd be fine
If I stood in our doorway
   With the light against my back
          Would you answer me a question
              If I gathered the courage to ask?

If I whispered to these four blank walls
Of how Time scared me more than death
Would you laugh at me in pale moonlight
As I draw ragged breath

                                   "That stuff kills you!" They all say
But by then they've failed to listen
           The hands are broken, the clock tipped over
*But I still hear it ticking!
Time.
Words fill the spaces you dont.
Black ink on a white page prove opposites attract
             And I fear we're too similar
   The familiarity causes too much comfort

Paranoia is a fine art

         But my confidence dries the inkwell in which you sit
      And now you're choking on my fumes
  Drowning in the silence of my non ambition
        I know you'll die,
   *But words will fill the spaces you don't.
My brain rips
After every episode we have
What i see on the screen's bad
For me
Visual cigarettes too real to quit
Plumes of smoke
In this room full of eyes
Never obscure the view of you from the wise
Smart men stay committed to nothing but their children and their pistols
Each bullet named for another heartbreak
**If I go bang in your face will you kiss me through the pain?
Generation Information:
Running 'round, drugs in cases
Even if ya hate ya placement
Time moves faster with some patience
Seniles claim *conspiracy;

Wonder what kinda bombs we makin'
FOURTEEN MILLION DIVORCED PARENTS
Raising kids who feel forsaken
Walking round with Glocks, hoping they don't get blammed next,
No Christmas anymore;
Santa Claus is hooked on *Xanax

And once you get outta Hell
Get framed and put in jail
Its hard to crawl from the bottom back up to the place you fell
We say we work in retail
But shoes ain't what we sell,
So please cover your ears
Don't listen to what we tell.
Children taught to be pitiless
**** anybody with viciousness
Shot too high
Expecting adults
And that's where the militias went
Murdered by a lonely kid who got no Love
Trained to pull a weapon if push comes to shove
Look up in the sky
They made Ravens outta doves
*Sinned so much, afraid to ask forgiveness from above
This is my Generation
 Oct 2014 Frances
jeffrey robin
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sure

If you say so

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                                     why not ?

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What's the big deal ?

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I used to go to acting school

Tried to learn to play the part of a human being

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I wanted to play the part of a beautiful
Black goddess

Roaming naked in the holy mountains

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I wanted to show her in the sweat of sacred labor

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Her beautiful skin

The utter conviction of her brutal purity

Her fearless embrace of both life and death

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I got me a job as a short order cook in Harlem

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I used to love to watch the people walkin in the rain

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Really

There is too much death here

Too much pain

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I was standing on the Brooklyn bridge at midnight

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I thought

IT WOULDN'T REALLY BE THAT HARD TO CHANGE

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Sure

If you say so



                                                          ­ Why not ?            

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What's the big deal
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