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Make the cut, make it deep make it wide
There's nothing left, nothing to hide
Let all that's in me come outside

**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife

Give me the gun, I'll plant the bullet
In the head or in the gullet
Triggers stiff, but I'll still pull it

**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife

Theres no mercy on the edge of the blade
Look at the mess this life has made
All my dreams have been mislaid

**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife

I'm so lonely, in this hell
The darkness has me under it's spell
Can't you hear the toll of the bell

**** this life
**** this strife
**** everything that's rife

For this darkness I don't need to spread
So I'll just lay here in my bed
Watching the sheets trun red
I clutch all my cups again
a flask, a fifth, a brew.
And I hop on the shelf again.
Faces soaked in perfume.

An old friend escorts me home.
He tends to drag me back way past 2.
"This world ain't a place for the drunk" he says
and he waits 'till I wake up at noon.

A hand glides through my hair again
with confidence that I tend to lack.
A kiss, bought with a drink again,
Five bucks that I'd rather take back.

I waste all my paint again
on drawings of beaches and birds.  
Blue fades into grey again
I drain off and start scribbling words.

And I claim that my philosophy
explains all my books and their flaws.
But I stack them up on the shelf again
to decorate my bedroom wall.
They look pretty on my bedroom wall.

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Then she cracks a smile again
her gait, her eyes, and her soul
reflect mankind's greatest commodity:
the promise of a greater hope.

And I dream all my dreams again,
sleepwalking through my life.
Don't you dare wake me up I say,
how I long for that spark in her eyes.
when reality became dizzying
she escaped to wonderland
a figment of her own imagination
bliss fabricated by a fantasy

time passing endlessly
life moving on before her eyes
still, there she was
drifting away from reality
endlessly searching for an escape
this is ****, but so am i and this is about me so .... yeah
good riddance
Jagged Edges
Speeding along
500 years a second Passed

Clear Light
Six Sided
Eight remembered
9 finished
12
Perfect strangers all
Known
By the Omission

Carried by the Flame
NOW
Body Complete within
X taken as four Angels LosT

Fuselage of a Rocket
Allowing
Christ Risen Pentecost
Er aven Rose
Language Forbidden

Chalice Returned






Distant Meadows
How We Used to Play
In an artificial summer fever, grow young lives down test tubes,
A wide variety of mice to be tested, circulating around a loop.

Formulate a criteria, we want the cupcakes all the same shape!
And if the noise spills outside the peripheries, just use some tape.

But switch up the controllers, let Mozart play some metal,
Eyes should try to keep up with the feet on the pedal.

Each half of the good-evil twins trapped in mind arenas,
Let the villain be the one who tries to change the genus.

And redefine a definition for the concept of time,
Paint the sand clock as a monster who eagerly rewinds.

And as the fever causes more volatility, youth evaporates,
Save the ones who hold it together, they're in for the long wait.

In boxes made for shipping, we export the present,
To the Bermuda triangle where time is constantly reset.

Let's keep the players running, the experiment going,
The local fever is in touch with a bigger global warming.

And for the longest time we'll sell this antipyretic,
The world shall be high on a pulse permanently erratic.
How could you love me?
I'm a wretched vagabond.
Cast me away, please!
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