Saturday, May 02, 2009
Chaos Theory
Can my ignominy
Derail your plea,
for a suicidal disharmony?
forsaken.forbidden anonymity,
a justice for the deranged.
Abducted by your lust,
Witness the trial in my eyes.
Written on your destiny,
my salacious intrusions,
bygone incursions,
Ill fated blots of caricatured pretensions.
I crush your escapism.
Destroy your greed.
Crucify you in shiny nails,
Dipped in your malice.
Where the fuck is alice?
Playing croquet with the queen.
THis is the age of anarchy.
The newest weapon is peace.
You laugh cuz i'lm different,
i laugh at you,
cuz u r all the same.
an abortion of the creator.
Demolition written on your creed.
Tears of the unborn,
water your hate seeds.
The only way out of here,
is Inside.
Decide.
Derail your plea,
for a suicidal disharmony?
forsaken.forbidden anonymity,
a justice for the deranged.
Abducted by your lust,
Witness the trial in my eyes.
Written on your destiny,
my salacious intrusions,
bygone incursions,
Ill fated blots of caricatured pretensions.
I crush your escapism.
Destroy your greed.
Crucify you in shiny nails,
Dipped in your malice.
Where the fuck is alice?
Playing croquet with the queen.
THis is the age of anarchy.
The newest weapon is peace.
You laugh cuz i'lm different,
i laugh at you,
cuz u r all the same.
an abortion of the creator.
Demolition written on your creed.
Tears of the unborn,
water your hate seeds.
The only way out of here,
is Inside.
Decide.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
The Unwanted(Song by a Brothel Born)
The Unwanted
Lookin’ back at my life,
Picking up the pieces
Of torn memories, strewn
On the bloodied path.
There were places I was wrong,
Places I was wronged.
Times that let me down.
Times I let down.
Happy memories annihilated.
Persuasions making me tense.
Feelings unfelt,
My life unwanted.
I feel like screaming,
I hate to hope.
Disgust precedes every want,
My dreams made a requiem.
Was I wrong everytime?
My unfathered existence.
I’m looked at with pity.
I’m waiting for mom;
Who doesn’t wait for me.
She waits by the bridge
Her ‘made up’ image.
Luring the fantasies.
Why don’t I have any?
An undecided bloodline.
Is enough license
For people to abuse you.
Their wants imposed on you.
And my hopes, flown away.
Not on wings. But by the bloodied bed .
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