i say, you say, no reference to a cliche, die another day .

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It Weigh.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay;
been screwed over from play to say.
keeping wait for blubber to delay,
bones don't just uncurve and stay.

suffocation has never left my way;
for it curls with no warmth, no ray.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay;
stained since an egg about to lay.
but the flay of fray left me to pray,
with that hot face tracing the bray.

it won't be okay, it won't be okay.
all an astray of convey turns gray.

everyday's a price to pay of disarray.
its a day, a tray of what may betray.
the solid weigh of the slay of stay
still living, it say, it won't be okay.

;[signed]

kill it if you can .

you do not do, you do not do
anymore, black shoe.

the cookiemonster .

The lead pulsates red.

It has hands burned from masturbation,

Inflicting unknown justification.

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It devours your flab, your skin.

Your dangling double chin.

Its sneering hearing

Refuses normal bearing.

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It likes the nod of odd,

It enjoys to taste the waste,

Of the rapist's haste.

A thick crust, the cum's paste.

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Damned goods, crush boned woods.

A hole dug too deep, breathing cheap.

It burns red, it gapes hollow;

The sunken eyes devoid.

Carved out by perversion's never ending void.

the uncertainty of sight .

Tired and abused; a line for the highers.

Do not look at the spider web, the stretched thin ropes;

They are simply mutilated hopes.

The black widow purrs, her fangs agape

Dripping in narcissistic wait.

Do not think you will escape.

A kidney, a lung.

Raped clean and sterile:

Think you can run?

Digging and clawing at your skin;

You want, you need this sickening bin.

The answers you crave, won't shave:

They live lie, and dead die.

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A note for a funeral;

A note for the dead.

A note for the sorrow;

A note for the bed.

A note for forever;

A note that will pass.

A note for you;

A note that won’t last.

"unfortunately"

d a r k
b l a n k
e m p t y
p a c e s o f s p a c e s
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Me

you do not need to recognize us.
to learn to love leaking dead pus.
you don't need to recognize this.
to enchance the miss in remiss.
you don't need to recognize you.
but to know which who was true.

to keep drinking to green piss,
to what i really mean to say is;
you don't need to recognize me.
you don't need to recognize me.

trust me, you're better of that way.
thrust me, i'm better off in dismay.
you don't need to recognize me lay.
you don't display of this mold of clay.

;[signed]

DATED HATE WILL PREVAIL .

[it never means anything .]

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feathery light american sold .
came to me in a fold .
a bold forgiveness mould .
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you are tiny
quiet and totally insignificant;
i could strangle your long swan neck .
you are dirt from tip to tail;
but no fail no fail;
you i'll hail .

i'm emptied hollow and cradle you
my only tie to childhood's innocence .
you'll soon stink of cigarettes.
and i'll love you all the more.
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toiletpaper stains
humiliation's hellish flames.
eye's blames.

stabbed open wide;
you'd wonder where it hides .
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this sledgehammer killed
my fleeing thoughts .

"I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning."

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Hover.

bring in the booze, they suck at my ooze.
where is the noose? i got nothing to lose.
a choking, poking; the living at the edge.
stoning and toning, been hit by the ledge.

a shadow scraping through every somehow.
a creeping and seeping, i crave kill me now.
hear me out, why won't they, i'm sliced lard.
here about, i shout, since i've been hit hard.

caught in this fraught, fighting the pump;
i must need to relieve, by taking a dump.

but thats a two-minute solution hover,
cause you only do a hostile takeover.
you rip at every sip, any progress i do;
i just might as well sell my soul to you.


;[signed]

scared and fully bared, screaming "shared" .

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nothing .

A distant hiss, a smirking kiss.

It touches, lingers, diseases fingers.

A naked sigh, a popped up eye.

This high flattened fly, never shy

To die of this mutilated lie.

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A blackened hole, a toasted lung,

It is hung, jerkily flung.

Up high in the ceiling, a rapist's feeling.

It is disfigured and corrupt, wrapped shut,

Slow decay will flay this lay.

It was complicated, a defecating shoo.

Ripped up and robbed, stuffed back and rotting hot

A simple shot would bite this night, a fleshy flight

A denial, a nothing, a nay, it’s okay.

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Because there was nothing to ever see;

Decipher my clingy hi, a desperate bye.

To forever shy, to always die.

To humanize this white licked lie.

i need to take a leak .

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Intent.

assumptions we make, we don't know.
we think, aren't meant to let things go.
we obsess over an undressed guess;
but we confess, have words to express.

do you recognize the pattern? a crick.
reaction to the stolen lantern? a prick.
to when coffee kills taste buds of create.
to swallow air and wait to see the rate.

just speak and seek, i'm right here;
it seems to be now a little too mere.
hindered and winded out of its scale,
astray times and crimes, a musing tail.

a lost mechanism to balance the equation,
as this just seems like a stubborn occasion.
but then again, there never was proportion.
because we are the pulse to life's distortion.

wherever the leave for this realease goes,
one waits to set eyes on the pinokiyo nose;
to see, what i see, to say nothing, like i did.
you need to realize as i intently hid this bid.

;[signed]