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Mark McConville Mar 2015
I never planned for this
A deep conversation
A clash of two different personalities.

You would like to sink your teeth
Into my skin
Draw the blood
And celebrate the win.

Your eyes are cruel
A perfect match
For this dark
Crisp night.

I can't seem
To see
Any goodness in you.

I can't seem
To see
Any goodness
In this City.

I hear your screams
But I don't condone
Your harshness.
Mark McConville Mar 2015
I hear my heartbeat through these
Headphones
The ones I use to blast loud music
Through my ears.

I lie in bed awake
Scrolling through a book
That educates me
With its morbid writing style
And straight to the point attitude.

I like to be awake at this time
When it's quiet and the roads are free
When the birds are asleep
When the thoughts in my head
Become pulsating.

I write at this time
As my mind becomes a little less
Corroded
And a little more free.

As I look outside my window
The street lamps shine upon the
Unholy ground
And I take a picture
With this old camera
Of that house where she used
To live.

I've never been one for loving myself
Or stretching out to anyone
I've always kept my feelings inside
Trapping them
As my world collides
With obstacles.

I lie back down
The early hours are becoming my friend.
Mark McConville Mar 2015
Melt my heart
Princess of hope
Hold my hand
Through the alleyway
Of corruption and greed.

We see the redness on
The cheek
Of the ministry of heartlessness
With bated breath
We trust our instincts
And run for our lives.

I've never felt so alive
Running
keeping my heart intact
Powering through the dirt
And the debris
Of this desolation.

She keeps me sane
Doesn't dabble in my pain
I want to explore her more
Keep her by my side.

These morbid thoughts
Fade
This moment
Tugs my heart.

She's fiery
A flame haired dove.

She saved me.
Mark McConville Feb 2015
I'll drink what's cheap
I don't care about my important
Organs
Rally the sinners
Toast their stance
As worshippers of the bottle.

My knuckles are broken
Smashed on a thick wall
Enraged by it all
The arguments
The wasted breaths.

My innocence has been corrupted
For so long
I've not pushed boundaries
Or pillars
I've wrecked by ambitions
And potential.

I swear
That I thought
I saw her the other day
Walking through the alleyway
With boots that could crush the world.

This cheap wine
And this beer tide
In my stomach
Creates pain
I couldn't care less
It's a bad strain.
Mark McConville Jan 2015
Knocking on her door
Far from immaculately dressed
Far from sober
Crying all these tears
Regretting these wasted years.

She opens up
Gnashing her teeth
Blocking me off
Tiresomely putting me in my place
I'm creating a chaotic scene
Touching nerves and trying to mask
My drunkenness.

My brain rings
And my head bangs
My mind tugs at the receptors
But receives nothing but complete
Nonsense.

I'm out of time
Out of mind
Sitting on the bench outside
Falling asleep
Barely with this world
Mocking my identity
Talking to myself
With a dry tongue.
Mark McConville Jan 2015
Breaking open
Nearly
Like a cocoon
My heart swells
Polluted.

Tonight I thought I saw a ghost
Then you showed up
Grasping a bottle of cheap *****
It's time to pickle our livers
I guess
The ghost can wait
To take me to the other-side.

My emotions are running like
Watery paint
Dripping like blood from a busted finger
I'm shocked into kissing you
Damaging my defences
And my heart shakes.

Focusing on the cheap wine
That craves to rot my liver
That will push me into a drunken
State of affairs
I'm bruised enough.

The taste of dry blood
In my mouth
I was hit last night
Too drunk to see sense
To make sense
To create sense.

I'm on the wrong side
Of the street
The dark place
There's light over there.
Mark McConville Oct 2014
I want to strum your heart strings
Before it swells and explodes
Blood and chaos
Over the artistic walls.

Bring me a pill
To eradicate the mental pulse in me
Shove me around and knock out
The sound of a thousand demons
Laughing in my mind.

Stretch out for the harmony
Delete the terror
From the cellar in your head
Cough up your dreams on your hands
And place them in a bundle of love.

Create a scene
Where you can be queen
And I can be king
Ruling this land
That's blacker than the dark.

From my hand to yours
Here's the note of lyrics
That can be sung out loud
With pride bulging out.
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