tick-tock, tick-tock, tock-tick .

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Did You See?

the holes in my black eyes?
the ties, lies that i despise?
the meat mock of your rise?
your slip that was not wise?

the dump with too many drafts?
my life thats made up of crafts?
to drink and desire all the dafts?
the way karma somehow shafts?

the venom you spit to make this split?
the knitted eyes and a sewn mouth slit?
those guts were pitched into that pit?
just a bruised reerection from that hit?

the slipping and dripping through hints,
learning and yearning through the tints.
from burning blood spoiling the prints,
to a turning flood toiling through sprints.

the rift, it shifts, it is making me sick.
the gas climbing in the air too thick,
the poisoning position from that lick;
a practise fire drill to tricking the slick.

so tell me, are you up for this thrill?
to fill the role and roll down the hill?
bandage the pill, hot glue the spill?
seek, to unweak the meek, for the kill?

;[signed]

f r o z e n .

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i wish i had been aborted

sometimes you don't need more than one sentance to say it all.
sometimes, a feasable tease, an uneasable lease that does call,
to that soul-sucking emptyness, refusing to let you to stand tall.
and that hole-plucking truth, ducking to bucking, an inhaling pall.
in the flesh, you stall and crawl; cause you're lost down the hall.
the spate state to a slow flow of frozen blood is numb to the gall.
too vulnerable after the fall, you've become a weared-down wall.

;[signed]

goodluck & good-luck .

YOU'RE HEADED FOR MUCK .
once, twice; there'll never be a thrice.

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Change.

waste and taste with the recent poser;
wrapped around by the social hoser.

she ain't the same, and she is to blame.
yet she runs her own friendship game.

social butterfly, floating and gloating;
sucks them in, fakes stripped coating.

you'll land in a pit, throwing a fit.
and i'll put oil to the fire you lit.
you'll hear me voice therefores.
it is time to settle the inner gores.

we'll see where you get someday,
we will see, it ain't too far away.
now, you're adjourn, in all the rife;
soon, you'll be gone, outta my life.

and i don't, i won't, keep in touch;
because this time, i had it rough.

soon, you will be under covers.
keep at it, i insist; i have others.

things change, people change;
now you'll see a raw exchange,
you never thought was coming.
but it is right here, and running.

hold it - words on repeat, i say;
when things do not go your way,
don't buzz me, i've turned my back,
i'll hang this friendship on the rack.

sincerely, i wish that luck does hit.
cause your loneliness will need it.

;[signed]

every sound is round, every found is bound .

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Merry.

'tis before we attempted suss;
the merry-go-round taught us,
that life goes around in circles.
fuckin shapes, rapes encircles.

on and on; it aimed at forever.
which means there is no sever.
reincarnation is not a station,
and we're here for castigation.

and then we all learn to fear.
but we cannot; cannot hear.
or hold on to anything dear.
we see from trashed sheer.

chew me alive, i ain't no sant.
eat me death, angle me slant.

i won't follow any such tradition,
or listen to caution's submission.
i won't live forever; gloom suicides.
i won't live forever; hope collides.

i can't, i'll rant every scant;
til no enchant of this grant.

cause thats a ride i wouldn't hitch;
i'd rather fall down the black ditch.

tired from this hyper pant,
this is unreachable implant.
cause we never really know,
whatever is the actual flow.

;[signed]

boredoms of normality, we are modernly retarded .

i threw up too much and now i don't care.

these tumours, they overgrow,
over flow.
they shove and moan, pedophiles groping children's bones
no physical manifestations we would require,
that head of yours filled with enough desire.
and we were liars, buying shit from these fliers.
they handed out, pure and clean.
and we just couldn't see past the sheen.

[and the clean sheen was as white as coke]


upon these thoughts we would stumble;
filled with regret, these tumbles
upon we fumble, shunt this cunt.
"perverts, perverts" was a little blunt.
there was no long hunt; a slip and fall,
breaks open foam washed mouths;
and we would beg, hatching that moulding egg.
with a clean, stuffed leg.

"memories" aka blank spaces

and and and it refuses to end;
a slight bend, could lend.

there's something unappatizing about it all;
might be in this vodka breathe, a blank space;
this haze delivers, another kind of daze.
it echoes empty; your pure mind,
driven blank, through this prank;
in here it's all dank.
this bathtub is filled to the brim
with god knows what, this bathroom dim
drowning slow, beneath the surface
a wall, refusing to collapse.

i'm all alone

this disgustion is not drawn out of purity;
self hatred does not care, it leaves you bare.
with nothing left to share
but the flesh you left; these, my knees,
carefully scraped up; an art.
physical manifestations, light penetrations;
and you'd sell yourself for unlonliness.
this is your hell, your god given shell.

and it's made worse .
..
you'll bash in your head
mourning next; be sure you're dead.
like veins filled with lead;
all the tears they would shed.
all the tears you will shed.

done . done . its time for undone .

& fuck you too .

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Morrow.

no spare time for anymore pretend;
i will not lend any words to amend.

selfish, selfish; it slaps, and taps in my mind.

and you wonder hows these words unwind.

and to me, it is time to say farewell,
to a friendship that never meant well.
surely sick of your scarful sappy ways-
only to speed up the course of decay.

oh horrow, bright goodie morrow;
so drown in your problems sorrow.
i, too have ants biting my bat brain,
but then unlike you, i live in the drain.

you will be down the hill, cause i will make this bill.
never is a long time, but its time for until this still.

so, no longer feel guilty for leaving you alone.
cause i know reality, one worse than a groan.

see you never, its a long time indeed.
i'll be around only if you're on weed.

;[signed]

glaze through the haze - we are ablaze .

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Alive.

no exit out of grounds, where to go?
you can't run, and why do you got to?
you living; so dick who you want to do.
cause in the end, we all fucked me-you.

and the end,
never bends.
never lends.
does it end?

he shot a policeman- he killed his thirst.
so they couldn't kill him- he shot em first.
"i won't die", he who laughed til he cried.
except he did; they say, today, he died.

but i say, he expired years ago.
when the fear burned him alive.
cockroaches eating at his toe.
there was nothing left to rive.

spear your beating intestines,
before they tine at your spine.
bin and give in; outlive your sin.
you can run on the gift of spin.

that boy, he didn't kill the policeman.
he shot his childhood, his own man.

;[signed]

"deepness" and such

by raf simons .

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you really shouldn't use words you don't quite understand .

high, bye .

the inner why .
the sinner sigh .

"Lister: Whats your take on the situation?
Holly: What do you want? The long or the short version?
Lister: Long.
Holly: Youre finished. [pause]
The Cat: Whats the short version?
Holly: Bye."

(my edited version of Jenny Saville's painting)

Yet.

we live, we give and we die. why mourn?
you are not going to heaven; not above.
yet its wrong to think, link good porn?
they hurried to the buried, to lost love.

and yet we are supposed to be happy.
with the words from the rabbi sappy?
at every turn, we earn; learn to yearn.
yet, we're ought to listen to the stern?

we are, we are born to scorn.
to kill the symbol of the dove.
i want to be torn; i had sworn.
no mush, i want to push n shove.

i shouldve snatched your glove.
pluck and suck at every thorn;
warmth, down below and above.
'tis nothing worthy of any adorn.

to why the pregnant mother fights;
let go of the life living inside of her.
leave the light to bring the bright.
because we spur to stir that blur.

ins and outs; we will get about.
shoot death; sprout the drought.


;[signed]

nihil + plath

I DO IT SO IT FEELS LIKE HELL

I DO IT SO IT FEELS REAL >

the dust - i thrust;

for a home's dome .

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Fail

it doesn’t matter whether I’m right;
in this fight, i have to keep in sight.

my truth is - i cannot fail or frail;
i gotta take care of my family tail.

i'll keep thrusting the trusting issue;
go on handing over my tainted tissue.

;[signed]

glitter gutter .

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Perfection.

another disease set to attack.

the cost; lost on my own back.

tears to dry, what to cry; such galore.
my sore body is cramming to the core.
forgot what to worry about anymore.
but know to gush, flush out the door.

the lead, the need to itch at everything.
and to keep my tears in my plastic sling.

too much caught around my spider web;
lately loosing every depth of every ebb.
just cannot keep living of break-downs;
and holding my head above the drowns.

rather not rot from my own reflection.

in the name of defection's perfection.

sick of the cliché of fucking someday;
she bunged believing in a someway.
with the hope to mail myself away;
hith the dope package of what may.

cause we all are what we grope.

and no mope will cut the rope.

;[signed]