Where did the sun come from?
Complete with garden dwellers
fresh slabs of flesh, on parade
for all unwanting eyes to see
Slums mistaking sloth for fun
Waking wild but well-to-do
battered by bastards & pariahs
with dreams of deceased destinies
Backstreet blasphemies.
The myspace kids of 'morrow
Made up of mind and marrow
Betraying trained emotions
Yet setting sin in motion
Fighting fun for fantasy
In sofa-loafing romance
Entrenched in tailored treaties
Bludgeoned from the blood of dreams
Made up of mind and marrow
Betraying trained emotions
Yet setting sin in motion
Fighting fun for fantasy
In sofa-loafing romance
Entrenched in tailored treaties
Bludgeoned from the blood of dreams
in lieu of life.
Hereon heroics shall be shallow cuts
accrued via crime & courting clutzes
In lieu of life, due to loss a lottery
I'll cradle cries & long for lobotomy.
Super-sized the shame, charlatans shine
slighted by their faux-fortress of shite
Asunder, my underling mind, it spits
pawned paupers' paltry, sodomised spirits
accrued via crime & courting clutzes
In lieu of life, due to loss a lottery
I'll cradle cries & long for lobotomy.
Super-sized the shame, charlatans shine
slighted by their faux-fortress of shite
Asunder, my underling mind, it spits
pawned paupers' paltry, sodomised spirits
4 Fallen Years
Fast becoming 4 + a half
A teste treason enrapturing yet more of itself
Scant are the consolations that come dressed in disbelief
Hell-bent the distillations tritely trialing relief.
Minutes more mean my mind's at 5
Dead and darkened, hallucinating that Hell's been halved
Still, sunken scarlet tales twisting to tawdry fate's tumults
Stilted by the Harlot's Hour, that finally forwards our faults.
A teste treason enrapturing yet more of itself
Scant are the consolations that come dressed in disbelief
Hell-bent the distillations tritely trialing relief.
Minutes more mean my mind's at 5
Dead and darkened, hallucinating that Hell's been halved
Still, sunken scarlet tales twisting to tawdry fate's tumults
Stilted by the Harlot's Hour, that finally forwards our faults.
sick of the cycle.
Defiantly edified but not knowing
Through drought, dry lips + dire routine
Spat at that unending sparkle of nothing
Belief bespent down a darkly Route E
Rights riled outright aside vicious vices
Hurried through the heartless harry + hassle
Inaction auctioned for Primark prices
Shut away in shattered crystal castles
Through drought, dry lips + dire routine
Spat at that unending sparkle of nothing
Belief bespent down a darkly Route E
Rights riled outright aside vicious vices
Hurried through the heartless harry + hassle
Inaction auctioned for Primark prices
Shut away in shattered crystal castles
My Final Empty Hour.
Lies & this non-life, what have they meant?
Impuning, abusing themselves still faster
Diced in dying, disgracing each moment
Foiling all they forever fostered
Hereon experience shall be found my master
Daring my doll, revelry my entwined kin
Disgusting only complex or bastard
Deemed unworthy or obstructing
Impuning, abusing themselves still faster
Diced in dying, disgracing each moment
Foiling all they forever fostered
Hereon experience shall be found my master
Daring my doll, revelry my entwined kin
Disgusting only complex or bastard
Deemed unworthy or obstructing
Sign-up silence.
Plant thy Hancock hard and harsh upon my dreams
Patent a world free from darkness' dire derision
I'll extract thine heart, hollowed, and hold it dear
Encase it in a glade robbed of a lifetime's attrition.
Patent a world free from darkness' dire derision
I'll extract thine heart, hollowed, and hold it dear
Encase it in a glade robbed of a lifetime's attrition.
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