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Locked in the dark room
With a man that talks too much
There’s nothing that wears it off
Laying on the kitchen floor and shower stall
It will all be okay I swear
Just rest your head
Lying on the floor
In so much psychosis pain
Sober whispers and ****** speeches
                She was the one I wanted
                          Tell everybody to go away
                       A good kick in the nuts
                         I don’t care for it
                           One thing will set me off
                   And it’s over for me
Locked in the dark room
Different spectrums to rage
Research what the best solution is
I feel crazy on doctors’ advice
                 Are you flexing now bro?
                           That's so loose *******
                    Camping in an office
                  Blown up on shrooms
Three weeks
D minus B
Old drugs will only get you new diseases
Different opinions always offered on old payments
Dreams so vivid
                               They don’t make no sense
                                 They always make sense
Stay awake
No sleep
Sleep in the dark room
Old folks at an old folks home
A lifetime reminiscing about the comings and goings
Of some forgotten sickness
                    I got the night terrors
******* crazy
Ohio to LA
Some hazy dream of what it’d be like to audition
It’s new crushes on old enemies that tie us together
Minnesota goodbyes
And long drives home.

My mind is unfiltered
Your mind is bare
An empty canvas painted
By those of your past
And your everywhere
Watercolors never last
Dripped away with heavy acid rain
You are a fresh start.
You are a vacant work of art
I am a collage of chaos
I am pure pandemonium

Easter bunny hops
Peeps and eggs in a basket
Chocolate breakfast

Three AM
Stumble in long after closing time
I hung my coat on a drunken octopus looking for a fight

There are tornadoes in the valley of sleep
Whirlwind torpedoes exploding in crystal brilliance
The waking hour is almost at dawn

Someday
I will go to Budapest
And pester Buddha

It's true
That when the lions eat the giraffe
The hyenas laugh

I catch myself yelling
Don’t do it
At the royal wedding

We are recycled regurgitation
Copies of a copy
Disposed of slowly
We rot in the mid-mourning sun
Lamenting over what was never done
Nothing is new here
And never will be again

This is not the life I want
This safety net that envelops me
Dangles and strangles and entangles
What’s the use of proper grammar
When the TV is all we know and see
Another argument over nothing special
Just another night that ends in pre-twilight’s clutches
Another howl from the dog
I’m so bored and so is she
A lady with a bag on her head
Commenting on the state of normalcy and weirdness
Mundane talk and useless ramblings
A dog-eared page still looses its place
A living breathing organism of death
With silent lips seething from old wounds
And fingernails aching to tear open fresh ones
I bask in the midnight sun
Soak up the rays of a thousand burned out stars
Only to think that at one point the world was new
So why worry
Why plan ahead if the future ends in calamity
This planet is a rough draft
Apparently we failed at writing a better ending
Everything must sooner or later be terminated
A sad fact about life
That it must eventually close its eyes
One last time

Lost somewhere along a missing mile
Far passed a forgotten house
Sheltered in vines
A twin dream
Of a tree branch
Hanging over the highway
We are not afraid
Drawn and inked
Covered in splattered blood
A lost soul drifting
Coloring the walls with crayon
We are not afraid
Ghost dreams
As the spider weaves its web
Spirits calling
From across the antique mountains
Nothing is sacred here
An exit was promised
Somewhere past the horizon
We are not afraid
Nothing is sacred here

We buried our feet in the sand
And watched as the tide rolled in
Up to our ankles
And passed our hips
We held on tight
As the currents played
A little game
Called Hurricane
The wind swept our hair
And shyly caressed our skin
Held in the moment
We were golden
As the waves were dancing
To a heavy rain
Called Hurricane

Life is like my favorite movie
The one without a title
And where the main character isn’t all that important
Just stands around in the background
Unseen and unheard
Even upon the death
The movie still rolls on…

(I)
The quest for love is tired and spent
Endless anguish for one that you hope to find
Along this extensive desolately disenchanted road
Where faces come and go in and out of aged shadows
No body is sweetly thought about for longer than an affair
Grown uninterested and somnolent of the same tedious routine
It’s all just a squandered course of existence

(II)
People covered in leaves
Sitting on a couch
Covered in leaves
Looking at me
Staring at me
Covered in blood

(III)
We were here fifty years ago
Drifting in and out of conversations
About some perverse poetry
Sultry vixens and the men they tamed
Whispers and shouts
Eloquently spoken over some scrambled background jazz
A hustle of people migrating around
In some discordant harmonious rhythm
Cocktail hour at this doomed speakeasy
We drank and were silent
We drank and were voicing our opinions
We drank more until we could no longer drink any longer
We stumbled outside
Attempted to hail a cab
Fell asleep on a park bench
Awoke to the sun’s rays glaring
From some far off distance
Warmth on our nightly chilled face
We rose from our slumber
And began to walk towards the nearest open bar
To start it all over again

(IV)
Stop!
This is *******
Proceed no further
A thousand exotic images
Flashing widescreen
Moans and groans
Entanglement of legs and limbs
Numbing
Tingling
Writhing
Writhing in ecstasy
A million dollar money shot
*** get baptized
No sense in wasting a good time

(V)**
There’s hopelessness here
Behind my eyes
Thirty thousand words
Scripted in chaos
Where does our destiny lie?
Somewhere out on the open broken road
Riding down damaged goods
Animals roaming free
Over civilizations failure
Hard-edged footprints
Caked in last night’s mud
Wandering shapelessly
We are lost
Feed the wall
Feed the tree
I only hurt in your dreams
So I plagiarize because there’s nothing better to do
Just killing a remembrance of time
Lying on the nearest railroad track
And waiting for the end of the line

One bird sings a swan song
Lonesome on the telephone wire
Staring down at his fallen flock
A ****** of decay
Rotting in the hot desert sun of Birdland
Slim pickings for the vultures in this angry bird massacre

This noise will be televised

This noise will be my demise

This is my life

This is my epitaph

This is a ******' masterpiece

Watching dawn transcend into chaos
This landscape bleeds contempt
Some off-color music playing in the distance
A silent soundtrack coinciding with the end of days
A lifeless suicidal prophecy fulfilled
We were once alone
Afraid to be left in the dark
Now we seek shelter from the sun
Shelter from the son
Embrace my burial ground
As I embrace the fallout
Embrace my burial ground
As I embrace the fallout
I think I’m gonna die today

Lies are what they say
I can't sleep
Tearing at the seems of reality
I ride this crazy horse to battle
Sapphire cuts on broken teeth grins
Can't feel the touch of the aching
Fingers bent 90 degrees in protest
My days, weeks, months, years
All out of order
Disorder
Stop time for a moment longer
Crossing rivers of dead soldiers
I put my cigarette out in my enemy's blood
Washing my hands clean every new moon
Every new moon

Splinter my tongue
Inspired by serpents
Cutting teeth on wicked prayers
Sharpened on limestone caskets
I try too hard to deceive
Where and when will it all end
Diamonds, roses, words
These things are promised
Homes, spirits, and bones
These things are broken
Broken
I've been here all along
Laying roses on your grave
Roses on your grave
We die too quickly
This telethon is over
Fireworks in the clear blue sky
Fireworks in the clear blue sky
Fireworks in the clear blue sky

Catastrophic
Catatonic
Claustrophobic
Annihilation
One time salvation
Breakout of the contaminated
Destination of taxation without representation
Conspirator to predetermination
Bastardized paradox within a mind flux
Mentality of antagonizing accusations
A nine-cent flag now costing nine dollars
Fronting of the war effort while at home on a family vacation

System malfunction
Analytical predictions based on formality
Lithium hallucinations develop into swarms of locusts
Instant addiction to the possible restrictions of never
Caught stuck in the storm with a body full of metal
Falsification addicted to contradiction
Testimonial analysis documenting excessive possibilities of black
Hear the screams singing the golden song into the night
Ceremonials speak precision accuracy when you listen intimately
Apprehension of the individual
***** induced waterfalls

We all stop to stare at the car crashes as if they were the movies
Gaping opened mouthed
Waiting hungrily to see the mangled bodies
Anticipating the photos on the 11:00 news
Dying in this day and age is approval for ratings

Go **** a dead animal on fire.

Priest with an intense hard-on for young boys
Dropping LSD into the water
Hallucinations of grandeur
Guilty in the face of soiled minds
Praying on the alter boys
The bigger the *******
The closer to god

Target on the faces of my friends
The headlines detail more school shootings
One-sided consequences of uneducated masses
I’m an ******* but you made me this way
Gain knowledge of the whole truth
Before the mind sets in stone
Outside the main entrance
Count them off
One by one
My end
Our end

You’re working at McDonalds
For less than minimal wage
Trying to support a family On a 4.5 GPA
24/7 may I take your order
Unprepared for the real world
Where did your college degree get you now?

One-sided conversation with a wall
Blood soaked to the skin
Clean up this mess
Contaminated chaos
Padded cell trampoline
Shoot me up
Expose me
Feed me to the sharks
If the voices stop talking
I’ll get the job done right
Redemption blistered forehands from begging
16 inches staked in cavernous rib meat
And I plead innocent

Bullets taste reminiscent of a moonshine lullaby
Down a full glass in slow motion
Nursing an atomic bomb in gut-rot
With the bible came guns
And from guns came knowledge
Prophets in the midst of bullets
Wooden messiah holding an AK-47
Barb-wired incantations
A holy war fought for consideration of offensive nature
Comprehension is over and done

The gestation period is over
It all ends right ******* here in a parade of bullets
It’s **** to waste my time any longer on you
It’s pointless anyway

The mind has gone AWOL
Armageddon in the blood crimson gargantuan sky
Black stars from the depth of vacant eyes
Oil rains down in sightless desert heat
The last cigarette inhaled before the bomb detonates
Fortunate sons in the era of friendly fire
Rivals hunt metropolis streets to acquire a living
Anonymous crypts get lost in the politics
Seen convicted through bludgeoned eyes
Honored my name with a plaque on a wall
Documentation of civil declaration
Conformity inspired figurehead of a homeland
Bricks leading up to the footsteps of the Whitehouse

Paralyze
Crippled youth decadent edification
Parental units fornicate prior to infantile animation
***** and left at the scene
Premature aged tragedy
Perceptive to the lessons of life
Based on adolescent obsessive observations
Thighs binding in the district of oral cavities
Physique constricted to paroxysms
Epileptic ear-piercing *******
Quivering leg hypothesis
Scream my name
Mechanical erotica
Spasm surrounding bionic limbs
Shrouded desires and ***** hallucination
High-quality with your skull banging into the headboard
Schoolgirl fantasy finished in chrome
Silver stream lined destruction
Nitro *** drive
Touch me
**** me
Use me
*******
I hate myself for this

3 a.m. knows all my secrets
Trace my scars with delicate fingers
Searching my entire existence
Nothing is sacred in this missing mile
Scribbling of words across restaurant napkins
Like strings on a ******’s bone
Play me one last song

A Man Ray photo come to life
Stills of twisted, agonizing deformation
Flash before my unblinking eyes
Watered down with silver tears
I once went to the doctors
A man with a missing leg stood next to me
I contemplated that it was blown off in some prehistoric war
The anaconda tightens its grip
And our skin slowly turns to pale blue

A perfect moment suspended in time
Like a painting from Van Gogh
A loveless moment held in eternity
She was okay with no tomorrow
Today will never end
She’s a bleeding Polaroid of perfection
There’s a scar on my arm for everyday that we’re apart
Black roses wilting between us
Trepanning my heart

Hours of darkness
I sit here in situated scenarios
Gnawing over estimated ruins
Staring at imperfect forgotten pictures of you
Beat fear in the mentality of collapsed tolerance
Whispers of conversations throughout the walls
I am nothing if not bored by you
One too many ends to an end
Voices inhabit the sins of silence in isolation
I’d be lying if I said good-bye

We wear dead remains on our expression
It’s all in relation to the cohesive statement
Fashion is a coyote at six in the morning
A mortician’s incision at an open casket fashion show
A funeral waits at the end of the runway

Emblematic of the all American middle class boyhood
Cleanse these filthy blood-spattered hands
Modifying dreams into death
A clown can get away with ******
Spreading smiles on the faces of children
Bodies in the crawlspace
A letter everyday
Just to taunt you
You’ll never catch me

Slithering snakes from a false messiah's mouth
I call the desert my home until the scorpions fall from the sky
Maggots and flies
Maggots and flies
I search
Nurturing wounds
I search
The price to pay just keeps adding up til I’m broke
When gold runs out
We pay in blood, teeth, and virginity
Blood, teeth, and virginity
In broken English
I spoke
Soiled scriptures
**** the time I have left
The time I have left to **** the boredom
Hell yeah
Give the life I live to end the silence
Silence the life I give
Who's gonna save me when I’m an unknown
The stars quit shining on me
The stars quit shining for me
I am broken and left alone
Searching aimlessly
Searching soullessly
I beg for the hum of fluorescent lighting
Tears on the desert floor
Oasis

This is where we call an end to our moments of satisfaction
Starry sky in starless nights
Held on the cusp of Eternity
I swear I won't be there when your true face is shown
We know better than that the truth is reason to hide
No more moments of splendid indifference
Only the hollowing of an ancient heartache
Consumed in retrospection
Terms of disillusioned endearment
Scraped and pierced the sound of silence
Crashing hard
The ocean swells
Bringing this ship down
This ocean swells
Drowning in this sinking ship

Your tears tasted of the ocean
As I gently kissed them away
From rolling down the side of your cheek
I hate to see you sad
And even more so when you cry
A beautiful creature
Such as yourself
Should never be
Stained in tears