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room now care for the skies,

  As they gather around and play their,

  Lullabies.

 

  Another Pill

  Eyes freeze as the colour spectrum masks the room.

  Blue rug, green rug, red rug, boom.

  Mind explodes.

  Ground erodes.

  The devil speaks,

  "you have ruined the Lord's antiques."

  Ground suction,

  Unholy abduction,

  Goodbye child,

  Goodbye.

  Drunfk Aghain

  Wine glass on the floor,

 

  Bright lights.

 

  Knocks at the door,

 

  Long nights.

 

  Numb movements,

 

  Sights of three.

 

  Lack of improvements,

 

  Bruised knee.

 

  Daughters crying.

 

  Dsaughterrsz crtying.

 

  Dsdfaughteesas ccrtyignl.

 

  The Wizard’s Tale

  Visiting the wizard for a dose of magic,

  A wise choice in the current state of mind.

  Though the comedown will be oh so tragic,

  It would be foolish to leave the wand behind.

  Abra, kadabra, alakazam,

  A deep metaphorical form is formed.

  You aren't you but you feel like the tastiest clam,

  Your brain is fried and the texture of your skin is deformed.

  Eyes turn into those of a skilled hawk with a sight so certain,

  Excitement rushes though the body like a cat with a ball of wool.

  The smile on your face encourages removal of the safety curtain,

  Golden lights make the darkness in your heart feel no longer dull.

  Eventually the lights expire and the darkness returns,

  The curtain is risen to cover that frown.

  The ball of wool burns,

  Comedown.

 

  Malicious Erotica

  The red silk clouds fall slowly to the ground

  Revealing the goddess of moon and stars

  Silence and travel hold the only sound

  Feasting on the rich smell of Cuban cigars

  Snakes cage my chest as the dispelled approaches

  Shadows mask the floral nightmare of angels

  Tied to an oiled wooden chair I mumble

  A single black heel amidst my crotch

  One final cold stare before I tumble

  Wood burns thin as down ticks my watch

  The canyon collapses into the once open river

  A tsunami of heated blood flourishes through my being

  Dominant power unleashes from my inner accord

  Breaking free from the straps I now hold control

  Over the bed my mistress kneel to obey her lord

  My palm crushes her neck to the colour of coal

  The ship sails with only a deluded captain on board

  Through the seven seas that lay inside the Devil's mouth

  One last burst of malicious erotica releases

  The overheated steam train comes to a standstill

  A once perfect jigsaw is missing some pieces

  The sparkle in her tears cause a sudden mind chill

  Silence surrounds the acres of land once again

  Not even the winds dare to move

  Broken by a living the princess abandons the castle

  I swim in my shame with another glass of poison in hand

  Caring for a lion becomes too much of a hassle

  But one cannot build happiness when sinking in sand

  I fly the bed sheets through the night lit city

  The black sky glares through my apartment in disgust

  Aboard the balcony I vision a corpse on the ground

  Children’s laughing in bubbles adjusts my mind

  Gazing into the darkness a light was then found

  Suicide offered a party but this broken rookie declined

  Coffee stains on the rug were then swept away

  I returned to Miami to see my children smile

 

  Twelve

  There are twelve numbers on a clock,

  Twelve months in a complete year.

  Twelve hours in half a day.

  Twelve letters in my twelve hands,

  Twelve personalities that wrote the letters,

  Twelve lovers to send them to.

  Twelve lives I live as twelve people,

  Twelve green mushrooms I have eaten.

  Twelve legs on my twelve dogs,

  Twelve tails which they think with.

  Twelve tails which I think with,

  Twelve women who should think with me.

  The twelfth moon of Jupiter is Lysithea,

  I can't pronounce that so I call it Twelve.

  There are twelve branches on the tree I have grown,

  Twelve back yards in which I have grown it.

  Twelve snakes in my twelve cages,

  Twelve hamsters they are eating.

  Twelve husbands I was once was,

  Twelve wives I miss so dearly.

  Twelve schools I went to as a child,

  Twelve teachers I forgot about.

  Twelve friends I have never had,

  Twelve sports I played alone.

  Twelve blades have made twelve scars,

  Twelve fights with myself.

  I have said twelve too many times now,

  Twelve sounds funny. Twelve.

  Domestic Disturbance

  Bruised and beat up, blood boiled by broken beetroot.

  Cursed to the coffin, cold hands, he caught her creeping.

  Dangerous disco, don't delude the daunting dispute.

  Sweet of the sunset, start stripping, soon she'll be sleeping.

  Learning lightly, loving is lost, look at the lightning.

  Thunder trembles, trains are tragic, tea is taunting.

  Fractions so frequent, the fertile feline feel so frightening.

  Hatchets so horrid, the hungry hornets hint so haunting.

  Gentle gestures are ghosted, gnomes gargle germs so ghastly.

  Yard yeti yodel, her youthful yellow cake is yummy.

  Violet vibrations are violent, virgin virtues vacate to void vastly.

  Digital dolphins double click, demons disintegrate her daughter's dummy.

  Weeping well, wondering when she will finally awaken,

  Humble habit, hoping hell soon knows he's mistaken.

 

  Certain Uncertainty

  Certain uncertainty.

  Confusion, let me walk free.

  Too many words that I can see,

  The ocean renamed a sea.

  Certain uncertainty.

  Paradox, why threaten thee.

  Feeding caramel to the bee,

  Unlocking doors with no key.

  Certain uncertainty.

  Chaos, please I plea.

  Thee is on a killing spree.

  Go. Now. Run. It's time to flee.

 

  Veteran of War

  I storm the beach with a stick for a spear,

  Many turrets blow bubbles at the boat.

  The snow covered battle front motivates my fear,

  A nuclear grenade forms in my throat.

  The tooth of a dragon provides momentary cover,

  Though the sound of a sniper pierces my ear.

  A bite to the tongue allows me to slowly recover,

  Until a puff of smoke makes my sight unclear.

  Through the blood covered snow I crawl closer to the zip-line,

  Your words leave me pinned like a dog in a trench.

  My mind enters the Japanese forest to read the blest sign,

  Thoughts of my family construct a dreadful stench.

  I place my fist on my h
eart and wear the fearsome crown,

  But in the end...

  We all get shot down.

 

  Sounds of Insanity

  Hi.

  Blood will dry,

  soon.

  Demons drag down earth,

  typhoon.

  Through the laughter we all cry,

  mouth foams.

  Insanity impregnated from virgin birth,

  lost homes.

  Voices from the man in the suit,

  sad eyes.

  Ghouls don't only appear at night,

  surprise.

  No more candied fruit,

  low highs.

  All aboard the happy flight,

  hello skies.

  Bye.

 

  The lights of France turn dim

  The lights of France turn dim

  the world painted, red white and blue

  through a droplet of shaded poison

  our silence becomes louder

  The world painted, red white and blue

  the insanity of man has shown again

  our silence becomes louder

  the smell of burnt candles fill the air

  The insanity of man has shown again

  satanic anger spreads

  the smell of burnt candles fill the air

  to represent the dead

  Satanic anger spreads

  through a droplet of shaded poison

  to represent the dead

  the lights of France turn dim

 

  The tip of the arrow

  The tip of the arrow,

  the sharpest point of the weapon,

  the most feared by its foe.

  The tip of the arrow,

  where the blood will cover,

  where the victim will weep.

  The tip of the arrow,

  a design that could be so pure,

  a design misused by havoc.

  The tip of the arrow,

  created with divine love,

  created with alarming hate.

  The tip of the arrow,

  the archer.

 

  If the devil is evil

  If the devil is evil, then I guess we are all the devil in a different coloured headdress

  Claiming to be perfect priests and caring clerics, then slaying our own just to impress

  We will become an undertaker to pyramids, just to build a glasshouse

  And an apparently protective military pilot to drop bombs on a mouse

  We will use a gallon of fuel just to cook a single slice of toast

  Then make a Facebook video about how the Earth is a Sunday roast

  We will hate and love at the same time

  Then say we love and hate just to save time

  When seven hundred spears swarm down on to our so called friends

  We will flee to another fleet until the swarm ends

  Corruption from the world is a tiny factor to the devil that clouds

  As we are corruption, we are the devil and every spectacle of slaughterous shock that shrouds

 

  I walk these cold streets

  I walk these cold streets,

  through the fuses of light,

  they glow on the concrete,

  and kindle the night.

  The rain on my glasses,

  turn the tips into stars,

  though a sudden hollowing vision,

  of those rusty
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