don't take this little freedom i got, i cot, i pot .

when addiction causes inflection.


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Perfect.

another swallowed pill,
another liver overkill.
they tell me stop, stop.
lop, the popping bop.

don't tell me who to be.
you parents fed you fee,
you didn't have to find,
your own indentity bind.

do you grasp this show?
do you rasp dried glow?
you, are living, living.
your perfect world is giving.

mightn't be perfect to thee,
it is to me. to me, it is.
don't take this as diss.
you're my friend, consistency.

seeing your family spilled me,
the democracy that pilled me.
you got it, you got it glee.
with love and rove, no flee.

awake, i lie awake.
you ate your piece of cake.
you flake this pain i take.
awake, i lie awake.

got me nerved up i say, i say.
things weren't meant to be this.
toiled and boiled on that hiss.
new empty roots of another day.

you were supposed to help me sleep,
you got me weeped in my own deep.
and my head is over its own say.
and there's no chance i hit the hay.

i wish you understood,
stand where i stood.
actually in the hood,
of trying to live good.

a remnder of what begun compulsion,
when the addiction causes inflection.
because before you know, it unwinds,
tremories of memories, they offer grinds.
and you compare this unfair share,
and obligate the awake stake's snare.

i try to fly in the dry,
but i fell on some fire.
burning in hell's liar.
i flew in the dew.

;[signed]

yesterday, a while ago ..

The Penguin: You're just jealous, because I'm a genuine freak and you have to wear a mask!
Batman: You might be right.

na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na BATMAN!

and when i needed you all most;

there was noone there .

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Gash.

this body hit an iceberg, it seems to sink.
because i'm drowning at the link's brink.

the sucking and plucking of the glee;

i do see, what all of this made me.

this stash of ash has had no reason to flash,

and the splash of gash, was never to rehash.

from that banned pow; and hand now:

the irk that spoke-

i'm not working, lurking with commas anymore;

i'm sticking, flicking to fullstops. It be hardcore.

i'll just have to go with a flow that doesn't exist,

and keep shaking hands with an unclenched fist.

from that caught body and taut embody:

the shirk it say-

there is no such thing has you have no choice.

there's this hidden listening to the inner voice.

but yet it turns out i'm still living, and giving;
and misgiving every form of nature's forgving.

its going the way it is, it doesn't matter what i say.
day by day, its going to be lay the delay of way.

heavens, i just almost forget to say,
wish you merry christmas by the way.

;[signed]

The bathtub is empty. (waste of face)

It is roughly carved and peeling-

No hopes of healing, now only kneeling.

It intends to stall, this desperate call.

But it echoes flat;

Hammered hollow, a modern collapse.

No more perhaps.

It is abandoned, it won’t be filled;

It is abandoned, it will be killed.

It has been taken from the pipes,

An organ inhumanly torn and worn;

Fashion’s latest thorn.

You hover in there;

You cover, won’t leave.

you will break; you will make.

Breathing its mutilated bait;
One last stabbing hate.

Denying the undeniable,
Irresistible, consuming; fate.

But soon it’ll be too late.

for all those times we thought we were normal .

just because,
i think i miss not knowing.
i sink, i hiss not showing.


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its you, me,memory and all the hysterical grimes.
it be different times, but both were denial chimes.

:dedication to that only other person who really knows me .

[CRANBERRIES - ZOMBIE] LYRICS.

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey.
What's in your head,
In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

the hand on my shoulder .

loose.

tight.

what is right?

pinching pain inside my throat.

is that your hand that strangle?

underneath your mighty hand: all i do is dangle.

my head, crashing: these thoughts, bashing.

and now you're killing the air

it just isn't fair.

who are you? another?

another voice, to tell and tear:

to wear and make me share.

my fleshed fat is all i have:

can you take it?

will you fake it?

can you shake me?

will you break me?

rape me clean:

undo the sheen.

i flinch at the touch and glare:

my narcissistic dare.

but come on: strip me bare:

watch me bleed this repeated deed.

my head runs on repeat:

the poison lose, i have no wish to defeat.

my lies breed in the liver:

i throw it all up with tingling shiver.

what do you know; please, do tell me:

will i kneel?

can i deal?

will i heal?

because:

i fucking need to feel.

a prediction of affliction .

& every seat of heavy beat fell into the swell dwell wound in the ground .


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i don't want to feel .

no hit from the fallen pit.
no fit, no grit.
i split my wit.
and you all see, a blind flea,
a grind flee;
this numb me.
you thought pace,
but i needed your brace.
you thought that.
i needed my space,
but that's not right,
not light, not what.
that is no appeal.
my soul is finished reel,
a wheel of wheal.

i steal, i steal,
from things to flings that brings.
to emotions and problems,
reached and bleeched,
so i do not identify.
i steel my problems.
but this shut rut don't,
i don't blank your current reaction,
i don't.
it ain't my-your flight,
this sputum put; but clearly,
you don't how to handle this.
but inspite, in my spite;
i know your good intention.
this ain't your pretention.
this tension is mine,
no attention is grime.
and my lent intent,
isn't to share this deal.
i kneel my problems.

i peel, i peel.
i don't want to feel.
i see you two; i see, i lee,
indirected sympathy.
and yet i'm fueling.
i see you two, i see my grief.
this fee, this fee.
the glitches, hitches of surreal.
though you who knows this show,
this grow from the brow of blow;
and the low row of baked steak.
your fake ignorance; the flake take,
you don't really know.
i feel my problems,
and i'm dueling.

and i'm sorry.
if i've miffed, stiffed.
don't get me wrong; i'm not fuming at you:
it's not what i meal to mean.
seem to seal,
i realize, i realized.
and now i recognize:
the leal just,
thrusting the dust.
that just:
i'm scared, you'll lose me to my problems;
as i bust, i must;
the flared stared rust.
i gust into impaired,
that possibility of hostility.


;[signed]

"and if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, i'mma break that birdie's neck"

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Where is the end?

it was one of those days, a rise, a wise was not going to occur,
i kept trying to find the sight in this whole deter of burr to blur.
that agonizing pain, wouldn't let me train the forgetting lane,
and its wane, waning to the point of disdaining the living chain.

nature was never on my side, thus this ride just keeps on evoking;
and though the noose around my neck seems loose, i'm choking.
its me, and my body, thats losing any expectation of exhilaration;
just because the way i'm breathing, seething, it hints expiration.

cause my face is burning and turning, my depart is yearning.
my back is grilling its edge through my skinning; a spilling.
my race has ended, suspended; life's lended from learning.
my sack is tilling its ledge through my every single filling.

my body is creased, obsesed of stuffed food rather than emotion.
and to find that mockingbird floating and soaking my motion.
so numb, dumb to think there was anyone, to plumb the drain.
too itched, ditched, to blink there is any way to stitch the pain.

and i'll keep chewing on my hand til the day i can't stand.
and i'll sweep crewing on my land until the day i am sand.
to walk into any and every sting and i won't feel a thing.
to stalk into every and any fling and i won't deal a ring.

;[signed]