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Anyone Ever Tell You That You Talk To Much

I wish you all the worst. These are not model citizens. This behavior is nothing to be proud of. They can't afford this. They can't afford me. As boys we slaughtered vultures and became men, drowning whit thoughts in black water like nothing more than the laug...

Because The Ceiling Was Too Low

wish these were more than words take a bite of sympathy roll the dice what's it worth to me paradise serenity refuge from all deus creatures from myself tear their eyes out to seek eulogy where's the truth in virtue please tell me to go hungry before revealing...

Blades

their ears are the epitaph to this digital tombstone it's only a matter of time before we know everyone and have seen everything we all carry weapons of deception blades of treason one in our hands one in our backs i cannot hear a word they are saying i flash...

Feeding Off The Misfortunes Of Others

sometimes i smile for the dead while choking on the rust of sentiment when the hearse comes rolling in will the flowers be washed away when the hearse comes rolling in i'll be dressed in the finest if only murder was a fountain of youth you should have killed...

For Those Who Have Trouble Breaking Glass

Is this what you wanted? It's back to the pen for me. This picture that you've painted is all wrong. So I've smeared your dreams with black. I tore my heart out my plastic heart. You've never seen me bleed. Turncoats don't make good comedians. It's time to sto...

I Hate Kid Gorgeous

my blood runs through your hands no more your white lies brought forth nothing you are not discontent life without a sign for you and for the first time your life of endless suffering you judge what i'm supposed to be worth let your discontent of all manfear r...

I Hate Myself And Want To Die

Most people don't realize that two large pieces of coral painted brown and attached to his skull with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer. 

I Know A Girl Named Disease

Feed me your poison love character. So I can stand eye to eye with an angel. Your open arms leave me black eyed. I stirred this potion that put me under. You're the devil. A fucking liar. I see two. I choked on your black kiss. It melted my face. Left my head...

Kerosene Smile

she's like flowers on the pavement i smother them i feel wanted she's a silent film that never ends saw this coming from miles away these flowers are death and i'm crucified black roses for angela looks like i've waited for too long black roses for angela what...

Lovesong

turn off the hallway light the sheets are covered in blood i wasn't here last night there's red lights and candle wax the air smells like death we breath smoke from the friction the air still smells like death from you i tore my heart out in the white room wit...

Morrissey Was Right

These are for you. These black roses have succumbed to time. There's blood on the petals but no tears in the blood. Not enough to make these flowers grow. Don't cry. Say goodbye to sad songs. Say goodbye to the ocean. I never heard a smith's song that I didn't...

My Life As A Bridge

If love is inspiration, I beg to differ. I wish you stopped breathing so I could fuck your cold dead brains out. It's like you whispered in my ear, "I love you, but pleast just stop." My hands will disappear and I will become sand. I want to stop breathing so...

Paying The Butcher In Diamonds

now that you're dead we're going to make a film of your life were you a ventriloquist or a poet and what we see you're very clever living in a glass house that had been tamoered with your costume is marvelous dress it up and paint it red make it bleed and slee...

Rather Touch Than Talk

By the way, I videotaped us fucking last night and sent a copy to your parents. I just thought I'd let you know. 

Suicide Solves Everything

5am Sunday morning. Clothes reek of indecency squatting on the rooftop waiting for Jesus. He never came. Searching for something in a town full of nothing. Foreign mouths. What a beautiful voice. There's always someone in the backseat. There's always someone a...

The Frank Sinatra Blues

i have seen this placebefore he said where people hurt themselves just for fun my memories are buried here under these rocks i begin to scream but hear no sound they continue to tell me that everything will be okay i never asked to placed on this broken pedest...