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The Girl

As she got on her knees,

she was ready,

thoughts running through her head,

sure seemed heavy.

Just do it,

don’t think,

as she grabbed the shaft,

and put it in the hole

where she would laugh.

Oddly warm

and feeling right,

this sure did give her,

much delight.

She was happy now,

and he would be too,

with one quick breath,

she finally blew.

She reached out her hand

coddling the base of the gun,

she pulled the trigger,

now she’s done.

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I Guess

In my head, the sun only Rises, but never seems to Set.

As if the end of each day is just a Blurr

with no definitive finish.

I cant distinguish whats a dream and whats Reality.

They say that’s the true meaning of Insanity.

It wasn’t always like this,

maybe I died or am dieing

then again aren’t we all dieing? One day at a time.

We’re just waiting for the right moment to give it a label.


Enemies

Out here in the sand

when you don’t know who’s the Enemy and who’s a friend

and it f**ks with your head,

It’s hard to tell

What you’re fighting for

By the fourth tour,

When you’ve seen the Enemy’s father ask

“Why have you Killed my son?”

then you come and you tell Me

Who won


Reach Inside

What’s the deal

with how you feel

For those who can’t see

below the knee

Finding something

which I’ve found

buried deep beneath the ground

So come alive

and don’t be dead

Find the notion

Within your head.


Brutality

my wrist curls back

I feel the stick weighing

in my hand

as I propel it forward

to strike the head

of it.

the head vibrates

violently

shaking

trembling.

I cock back my foot

and give it

a swift kick

to the face.

Not once but

two

three

four

times.

After another

stick to the face,

I rear back and

crash into it.

As my cymbal simmers,

my guitarist glances back

and nods

as if to say.

“you killed it”

 


Invisible (for the Forgotten and the Victims of Searing Injustice)

Nobody seems to care for

What cannot be Seen

But when I look into the Mirror,

I don’t only see Me and

It cannot be Clearer

that I am but a function of We.

No one can Decieve

Nor make me Believe

that my Mind is a Sieve

To make me Live as a Piece

of this Hideous machine

That turns it’s Insidious,

Vacant Engines

with it’s Darkly

Suicidal Intentions,

think not of those

Who Find others to Blame

but Seek the depraved

and Lose my own Name to

Leave the whole World

Decaying in Shame

and look up to the Stars

and Beyond the Tame

Cities broken Boondox

Terrestrial shattered

Civilized Paradox

The Things I See when the Lights go Out

Fascinatingly, Terrifying

It doesn’t matter, shut them Out

These ghosts in my Head

That I cannot get out

Titanic Mistakes which

I did make

and though my Life is Not empty

It’s still far from Full

Those who are Forgotten

my Soul still does Pull

closer ever to my Heart

Which is not One

But billions tied

To All who suffer and

All those who Cry

And When my Eyes are shut

I Still can see

The Victims right

In front of me

Those who are blind

and Narrow in Mind

never think to care

For whats Righteous or Fair

And if you’ve been to the bottom

Can you comprehend what’s on top?

Dark, red Blood on

a Long, cold Blade

and All of the Ghosts

Suddenly

Fade


A Prayer For Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve when eyelids sink and Head does Nod, I look out my window to Behold my God, On quiet Night, beneath Perfect Sky, Is time to remember Those who cry,  And send out a Prayer for those Victims of Injustice and what is not ‘Fair’, those without a family With which this Night to Share, Let them know they are not Forgotten On Eve of Day ere Christ’s begotten. Those who suffer Mental illness or battle the demons of addiction and those infirmed with physical ailment or affliction give tender love and care and do not let their hearts despair, and to those who live where danger Fear and Violence reign, ease their sorrows, Woes and pain, this Christmas Eve remember those who had to leave and go up to that quiet sky, rejoice in those who live in memory of those who die, and let those who are Invisible be seen, to highest thrones lift them from shameful slums unclean, As I drift off to sleep, these secret hopes my Heart will keep this Christmas Eve I pray, let all the World behold

A glorious Christmas Day


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