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They dont make it
the beautiful die in flame-
sucide pills,rat poison,rope what-
ever...
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes out of the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject,reject.

they do'nt make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are butterflies
they are doves
they are sparrows,
they dont make it.

onetall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame,one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.

the beautiful are found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left,they were so
beautiful.

they dont make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

lovley and brilliant: life and suidcide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park.
The black snow runs down from the rooftops;
A red finger dips into your brow;
Blue snow flakes sink into the empty room,
They are a lovers’ dying mirrors.
Heavy and torn to pieces the mind muses,
Follows the shadow in the mirror of blue snow flakes,
The cold smile of a deceased harlot.
The evening’s wind weeps in the scent of carnations.
People are disposable
People are trash

The fact your ******* life
Can be gone in a flash

You don’t deserve your breath
You don’t deserve your life

You have violated
Someone else’s
Human rights

Dead or Alive
You’re going to pay

Don’t let your delusions
Bring you dismay

Dismay to your fate
Dismay to your face

I know a few good people
That’ll put you in your place
I was pretty angry when I came up with this. Enjoy!
I saw you from across the room,
Hips swaying, pumping to the beat.
I watched from afar, as you bite your lip
Cause you know everyone is watching
                           -captivating...

I stare because I can't touch,
As your clothes drop to the lit floor.
You're exposing yourself,
Willingly, you have no shame.
                           -shameless...

This is what you're paid for,
A masters degree gone to waste,
As you become the candy
Of every man's eye.
                          *-wasteful...

— The End —