To end it part way when you were pushed is nigh on impossible. Rolling into a spiralling splummet.
Will I hit the floor or pull the cord?


Self worthI have low sights set on fires Burning beacons in the distance.Self worth
Sentiments of self worth - Images of their fractured surfaces; Blemishes on the eyes of truth; Squares within their circles. Among the bullrushes, nestled, for the Earth to pick dry. I see my soul in cradle As life passes me by.


MentalityMy attention spent on shiny eyed puppets Your eyes avoid my own Still rusted at the sides And blackened at the core My foreground a realm of bright lights Retreats and delights of the senses A definition of mortality Morbidly tatooed on the scarsMentality


BelatedAbsurd new twists to a plot since set in stone; Squeemish to the facts that never seemed to show, Through a spattered window-pane still stained with the blood The young and simple shed behind in vain for what they saw.Belated
Some things better left unsaid; Romances never should begin, On a bed of nails, shards of glass Of a shattered friendship from the past.
Fraternised now we sew the seeds, Our great growth their bounty. As far as my eyes take me; Thank no more for this.


Clap TrapSickly taste left and the twisted tongue that gathers False perceptions and regressions into moments of your past. Dead letter moments intwined in thoughts now stagnant And the matter of fact twats from the back.Clap Trap
Squeel and screech with clap-trap where the sinner's left to bleed. Entrances to back rooms where no-one's ever been Or seen the darkness over cracks and cobwebbed holes for keys. Smiles for silly sorrows buried slowly under glee.
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Archangel, Dark Angel
Lend me thy light
Through Death's veil
We have Heaven in sight
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Cut word lines Cut music lines Smash the control images Smash the control machine Burn the books Kill the priests Kill! Kill! Kill! ~ William S. Burroughs
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Evils of passion can drive men to extremes
Love, hate, and murder, temporary insanity
Action, reaction, the light is blinding you
To depths of human nature inside of me and you
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SEVERED
HEADS
still a dumbass as always.
still in my own fantasy.
still not good enough.
"I don't hate you in particular.....I just hate the whole human race...." ~Me (call me what you will, I go by my deviant name....Squint-Eyed-Squid is another name for me, simply 'the punk' or call me by my real name "Caleb")~
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The good ones are worth dying for.
The best ones are worth living for.
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