Master of puppets cease the chatter and ruckus find what life's sum is 
Climb to the summet notice the smell will be pungent 
I can see his sights clear I hold no fear you froze in the middle like headlights on a deer causing the cataclysmic fate into which you peer 
I'll try not to get too wordy, to many word patterns while I chop this rhyme up in fury tell me what might the cure be ?
Lines lay down like corpses in a morgue dissecting you into a gord you life hangs by a thread or cord 
Empathy is something I can't afford 
Bitterness hate enacting my raging states leave you stiff In a lake 
Your body's bloated like yeast in a cake you existing was a mistake 
Your a ****** and who's body was turned stagnant your mind devoid of thought life in fragments rigamortis leaves you muscles tight together like magnets 
**** it , the bay harbor butcher with looks like Ashton Kutcher leave you with cuts you can't sutcher
Put ya in a state of endless suffering no pain subsiding or breaks ,there will be no buffering 
Let it end ,feel the life you want go and the agony tear your mind apart slow, you have nothing left to learn that I don't know I will forever domineer your soul

I sit alone sipping my drink,
Staring out at the moon.
I think and I wish and I hope and I pray,
That my love will be along soon.

She told me to wait,
Til my heads ******* on straight
Til my heart knows what it needs.

And it's true in the past,
I've been the last one who laughs,
But now I'm the first one who bleeds.

It took a dozen first dances,
And even more second chances
Until the hole in my pocket was found.

And as I stitched up the cleft,
To save what was left,
I heard the last of it fall to the ground.

And There I stood in a daze,
As it sprinted away,
Down the alley and down the street.

Now what piece did I lack,
That would sutcher the crack,
And make the picture complete?

So I sit alone sipping my drink,
the fireflies play me a tune,
And deep down I wonder, I hope, and I pray,
That my love will be along soon.