Happy Homean image of surburban blissHappy Home
guilt discolouring the paintwork
cyanide in the cereal
a secret left unspoken
lips glued firmly shut
by the threat of violence in the air
the cookie jar just out of reach
prozac keeping the truth at bay
countless nights melt into one
strung out on television drama's
watching the seconds march on by
my image of surburban bliss
Closed Corporationwho am i supposed to be? another lie for an apology should i cut along the dotted line, so that you can live your corporate dream?Closed Corporation
bet all my money on the man upstairs but found my relief in a chemical daze as hissed curses replace my prayers, watch me indulge in your paranoid fears.
your scapegoat god is dead long wandered off its path of righteousness milked of everything it owns a rusted arrow through its head
i refuse to be your promise breaker the key to your closed corporation
Apologetically BoredBorderline analyst Self-absorbed pessimist Constipation of the senses From the start it was worthlessApologetically Bored
Choking on my teeth I bite you in my sleep Sarcasm running deep A violation of the weak
She's mercilessly flawed My conscience goes ignored Apologetically bored Trans-fatty acids stored
Oil and water fuse I'm easily amused Eco-friendly fuel Your gravitational pull
ScissorsYou wink slyly from across the room, Beckonning me closer with your sleek sillouette, Your glistening "V" the symbol of my suffocation.Scissors
Audaciously cynical,
you murmur sweetly in my ear that you are my god. The one who can give, The one who can take away. You are my release. The bittersweet solution to my pent-up frustration.
I look in the opposite direction, but your feline hiss drives me towards the table where you lay resting. The sunlight laughs off your smooth surface, mocking me for my helpless dependency.
I grasp you firmly and you guide
Devious Journal Entry
Torment
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I will never know, cause you will never show.
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Some call me Vamp, some call me Zer0.
please check it out for the cause.
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I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May ‘Neath whose rays we lay together
Me... A Death Lover? --->
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"Carpe. Carpe Diem. Seize the day boys,
make your lives extraordinary."
- Dead Poets Society -
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*...happy to be imperfect...*
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The smurfs made me do it...
so far - only poems! o_0
im new at dis... XD
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*...happy to be imperfect...*
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