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Oct 2015
For anybody keeping abreast of what I have been doing, whether dying to see it, or cringing at the thought of it, Mouthpiece's first album is complete at long last. What I have done, is assembled the 'lyrics' together, in what will look like one long poem (below if you wish to read it). It's over 2,000 words long, so I don't blame you if you don't. I will be adding them to a collection called Mouthpiece tomorrow evening. If you think there are weaknesses, as always, critique is welcome with open arms. THANK YOU ALL EVER SO MUCH!

ANNA
Anna,
Confusion has been rife of late;
I'm hanging on to the **** end of the stick,
When it's not the time or the place,
As if my life depends on it.

Anna,
I can see the remains of love
Running black rivers down the length of your face,
So let me give you a shove;
We haven't got the time to waste.

Anna,
Reveal all your secrets and weep;
I know of the dirt that hides under your nails;
I promise I'll laugh if all else fails
Because my life is equally bleak.

Anna,
Moths run rampant in my underwear,
And the working-class lifestyle isn't for me;
But with you, I learned to love poverty
Whilst kidding myself into believing you were there.

Anna,
I've drained enough fluid from my soul
To care not if you break the skin from time to time;
Because I write about you using my blood, you know.

I’M IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL MEDICAL HELP
Looking down the barrel of a gun is easier than you think,
As is knowing the link between deadly diseases and my smoking.
Still, let shot be fired and breathing difficulties come;
They're the least of my concerns, despite the reputation of guns
And chemotherapy, which kills more people than it saves;
Don't even get me started on what modern medicine says,
Or gangs and their threats, because I don't find them the least bit frightening;
In addition, I'd drench myself in water and gallivant through gigantic lightning
Storms, for I know of that which is the pinnacle of fear:
Living life without you or never getting my freedom back, my dear.

MY GIFT TO YOU
Is falling in love any good at all?
If so, I've drawn the shortest straw
As I bleed, distraught upon the floor.
Surely by definition
You get hurt when using the word 'fall'?
Would you care to share your thoughts?

Let me catch my breath;
With every minute of absence, your grip tightens 'round my chest.
It's been just a few days, yet you will not vacate my head;
You're trickling through me instead.

With your fingers 'round my heart,
I wonder whether you have truly felt this way from the start;
Or were the words you said a cruel and twisted joke on your part?
I'm not sure how you'd answer; either way I've already fallen apart.

Is falling in love any good at all?
If so, I've drawn the shortest straw
As I bleed, distraught upon the floor.
Surely by definition
You get hurt when using the word 'fall'?
Would you care to share your thoughts?

My gift to you is the heart that you now hold.
Not one week has passed, but I'd glady hand over my soul.
Who am I trying to fool? You already have complete control.
I wonder if I'll ever call you my own.

Is falling in love any good at all?
If so, I've drawn the shortest straw
As I bleed, distraught upon the floor.
Surely by definition
You get hurt when using the word 'fall'?
Would you care to share your thoughts
With me?

LOUD AND CLEAR
Have you seen me jump through hoops --
Set ablaze? -- mostly these days 'cause of the lack of things you do.
Do you want to know the truth?
Let's put it this way: I had no idea there were so many shades of grey, until I fell right in to you.
Do you know you've lead a coup?
I guess not because you went away, and in your wake you soaked me in blue glue.
Now there will never be somebody new:
I'm still here, trying to find you.

The silence is loud and clear,
And my heart knows it too well --
Better with each beat that you're not here.
And as far as I can tell,
The future brings no change, I fear;
And my heart knows too well
That the silence is loud and clear.

Do you recognise my bones?
Well they've looked you in the face while my grace slowly heads towards the stone,
'Cause you never cared to phone;
And now my psyche is out of place, hidden in some shadowed space that is yet to become known.
I'm dying to read that poem --
Make no mistake, you'd have left it late, but still I spin 'round and 'round in this cyclone:
Love drunk and alone.
Show me the way to go home?

The silence is loud and clear,
And my heart knows it too well --
Better with each beat that you're not here.
And as far as I can tell,
The future brings no change, I fear;
And my heart knows too well
That the silence is loud and clear.


ALONE WITH YOU
Deliver me to delirium, my sweet;
Help fade my ills--sink the ships
That ferry the earth from A to B,
With the sedating nature of your lips.

Take my hands and lead me to the trance,
Which has rested between these frozen sheets
For far too long, praying my demands
Are met, alone with you, somewhere in my dreams.

YOU’VE MURDERED ME, AND I WISH TO RETURN THE FAVOUR
I want to feel the pressure in each of your veins drop;
I want to watch the colour from your face drain as your heart stops;
I want you to slowly come to terms with the fact that you're being killed.
I would never wish death upon most, but you, on the other hand, I always will.

If our lips ever meet,
I want to steal all the air from your lungs --
Just like you've done to me;
I want to feel the heat
Crawling across the surface of my tongue --
Like when you murdered me.

THE BE ALL AND END ALL
Technically speaking,
Roses don't have thorns, but ******;
And there's one rose in particular
That I'm stuck in love with.
And as the name suggests,
She's an annoying sting in my side;
I can't remove her with brute force or ignorance,
Try as I might.

She was a star's light,
Beautiful, yet so distant and cold;
But she went supernova,
And ****** me into the remaining black hole,
That's too strong to escape;
However, I'm happy to die there,
But it would be nice to see the world again,
And live a life not surrounded by her.

We need to talk this over,
'Cause the slashes are nearing the bone;
And I'm terribly frightened that, eventually,
She'll eat me out of house and home.
She's not all things to all men,
But she'd adopt the position perfectly;
Humanity, I argue, would cease to exist.
To back up this claim, just take a look at me.

HER
I often think of a title once I've finished my work
For no reason at all, but in this instance it's stopping the hurt.
Bricks are stacked higher and higher when I think of that word;
My hands start to tremble and my imagination burns.
I've never had self-expression so hard, and it's only getting worse;
This bombardment of one emotion is turning into a curse,
It's making me lose sleep and it's ******* absurd --
But it's just another love song to add to the pile about her.

So the cork went flying and hit me straight in the teeth;
Six years of secrecy passed by before I decided to speak.
My true feelings remain hidden by my tongue and my cheek;
But for six years I've been stuck like I've got nails through my feet.

For you, I would jump and pull down all of the stars;
I would wait until the day I die just to get close to your heart;
I'd volunteer to step in the ring with Tyson and ******* spar --
But I'm nothing to you, and you're everything -- yeah, you really are.
It's like you're drink-driving in someone else's car.
You slam your foot to the floor to crash and make me fly far.
But it's cool, I've always wanted to die with a few scars --
And now I've got plenty because you've pulled me apart.

I've always wanted you, and I'm sure that'll never change.
I was of the opinion that I could not be conquered, so it's kinda strange
How I crumble completely with every word that you say.
This is another love song about her, and you cannot imagine the pain.

LETTER TO GOD
Baby, for each day spent
In the void that passes,
I tie a new noose
With another of your eyelashes.
I watch the hours dive
Head-first into piles of ashes,
As yet more time without you
Surrenders to the masses.

You are my saviour, my one remedy;
My salvation will come with the death of me.

Your blood is hemlock,
And I am the leech
That tends to your open wounds
Forever voluntarily.
Phantoms are the words
That you say to me,
But I still worship them
Whilst at the pews, down on my knees.

You are my saviour, my one remedy;
My salvation will come with the death of me.
Other heavens could be guaranteed,
Still, yours is the only one I'll ever need.

WALLS
Brick walls have been built
Around the thing that is you and I.
This is probably the first case
Where I've found solace in my mind.
Baby, I'm trying not to make a scene,
But I've found what I want until the end of time;
And I know that, somewhere deep inside,
You're worth each of the tears that I cry.

I'm fighting a battle,
'Cause the plans I drew up have went wrong;
One side tells me to leave,
And the other says 'keep keeping on'.
Lately it has been a struggle
To stay standing and remain strong,
Because the thing that is you and I,
I've realised, will only contain one.

I've tried climbing those walls,
So I could see what it would be like;
When it's only the two of us,
With our entire world in each other's eyes.
I'm that close I can taste you,
But the walls are just a few inches too high;
The thought alone, however,
Makes me that happy I could die.

HURT
You asked me to write you poetry
A couple of months ago, when you said
That you never meant to hurt me,
But we'd be better off remaining friends.
Now I shadow box with my sanity
Wondering if we'll ever meet again,
As this hook through my heart makes me bleed:
You were always destined to hurt me in the end.

I relive each moment I saw you
Several thousand times throughout the day;
I beat myself black and blue,
And refuse to stop or even change.
It's one **** of a term to come to,
Yet, my commitment has been made.
You may think my decision ****** or crude,
But there's definitely pleasure in the pain.

Trapped in this quandary,
From love, I find myself running scared;
However, on the contrary,
Never having you is something I cannot bare.
So deal all your damage to me;
I think the pain will eventually show its worth.
Love is the word I'll continue to repeat;
And I know it's love, because it hurts.

SELF-HARM
It's getting hard to be romantic,
Without making people sick or being stuck on repeat;
If it's okay with you, babe, I'll chance it,
And smile as people faint at the sight of yesterday's feast.

A stranger's gaze in the mirror,
The message I give can't be clearer;
Baby, don't you know my life is a mess?
From shadows scream silent voices;
Now I'm afraid I've ran out of choices,
Waiting for the day I'm tossed into darkness.

Sentenced to a life of solitude,
All because I spend my years revolving 'round you;
Although, sentenced is the wrong word to use,
'Cause, baby, for you, it's one of many things I'd happily do.

Am I getting closer yet?
People talk sense, but I can't hear it,
As love has convicted me of heresy.
I'll dig away at the soil myself;
This is far from a cry for help.
If being lost in you is criminal, I am guilty.

Smoke engulfs me as I meditate,
Blessing this beautiful occupation;
Fire envelopes my once-stable frame,
And you're what sparked my immolation.

I still taste the scent of you;
The air I breathe you have polluted;
Your flavour runs the length of my tongue.
My nerves wreak havoc with my guts,
And darlin', I can't get enough,
Even though it's doin' me wrong.
If you would care to share your thoughts, please do so. If you want to tear my idea to pieces, go right ahead!
Mouthpiece
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Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
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