Oh Hazelwood, Hazelwood beseech me to come home for I've become a lonely soul wondering alone with a shaven head. Not my idea, no, not my own. The man pleaded for you to never leave him on his own. He's disassociated but he's never believed it with his backpack dreams and time in blackhole love. Met you and he found a different kind of love..oh Hazelwood please come home. Home was sometimes A&E, seemed to me that you were getting pretty tired of it. I could see. We all could. Too scared to admit it incase you'd leave us like our sand- paper carpet meetings where I felt the friction of your grief. And bless your brave soul to be able to live with the many people I've become. But I dare you ask! Ask anyone. You're the only one they'd say they loved.
Men of sin are the shadows that lurk among the city lights where the signs don’t just tell you about coffee they energise you as they feast on lobe with sidewalk tales of how men have left their manners at home, drowning in pints discussing the grim details of how; He ****** her twice only but the other night, peering with a grin because little do they know his **** was a story of latex, teeth, claw and a sharpened knife. Smile did he as she presented herself half alive, half dead - hanging off the edge of the bed, the twisting and weaving of his stomach as he digested pure disgust and bliss all at once.
You told me that you’d stay, it made me really cry that day, that day that you left me.
It’s because I think too much, sometimes I even speak too much, I can’t say enough times how sorry I am for losing my oh so delicate mind.
From time to time I often think back to when the rope was round my neck and the chair was screaming for me to jump. Why were you the only one screaming for me to get down? And the screaming, the screaming just doesn’t stop.
The way you were feeling you wanted to be on the other end, I could see it in the eyes that I miss so greatly for how will I know that it is summer without her gaze?
When you left we built barricades I was trying to suppress the demons - you told me you was looking at one.
You made me question my mind as I had so often done and I cried like a baby torn from his mother and where is mother? “Dear mother please” I plead, I plead guilty of all crimes but insanity is not one for I was just a boy who screamed for his mum!
So jump ship and drown for all I care! That’s a lie, I’m out of touch with myself living in this living ****. I can’t facilitate the hatred you’ve made for me! I will not accept, I will object to this mockery of the sacrifice I made!
All lost for one now but none where I dragged myself through pity streets waiting for your love to come back home.
Beseech me for my war crimes, propaganda walls converse with stage lights and there was an outcry! There was an outcry of hysteria, a deep sense of psychotic texture in the lucid air, false prophets constructed for deconstruction. Contained genocide vacated the negative effects of emotional mind parley when the selfish sacrifices were made - the only question the gods had raised was the worth of the bodies and that nothing remained...