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The Goat
I remember everything, to be what I've become. A willingness for anything that can and must be done. I remember writing in the womb, wrapped up in viscous gloom.
Nemesis
In the jungle of the senses. Tinker Bell and Jack The Ripper. Love has no meaning not where they come from. But we know pleasure is not that simple. .
Faded Flowers
This is the sound of poisons. The sickness no one knows. No one is crying for us this time. Our shapes are blurring. Under miracles of snow. Weave a circle 'round him three times.
The End (omega)
Father, hear my voice. Be it small. Here I am. Though I am nothing at all. . Dost thou still see. Something to love in me?. If it be, carry me away. That I might live today.
The End
I was born naked and red. Tied to my mother as she screamed and bled. And the tubes of light and all the sadness. Swimming in my head. . The truth is a root that twists like a horn.
The Dissonance Of Discontent
We've come so far, and here we are. Amidst the endless hum. No wind worth chasing, no revolution. No blazing battle drum. . We laughed as we said, "The music is dead".
The Dirt
How long does it take to grow a new head. And watch the old husk wither and fall?. I am molting and leaving the powerless shell. A great becoming offers me her all.
The Death
When I was a baby I could close the world. Up in fleshy pink mitts. Now the world flays the infant palms. And the bones drip out in its spit. . When I was small I reached up so high.
The Bell Jar
To be common place would be unique. But we're so obscure, we're incoherent. Like tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke. Rattling, rattling.
The Beginning
I used to dream that I could fly. Just above the whispered clouds. Beneath the somber sky. I had a dream I was alive. I dreamt that love would never die, goodbye.
Stabbing Art To Death
Shall we use needles or knives to realign your spine?. The tissue degenerates so rapidly. Perhaps it proves it is the time to cover up your face. And smile at me to see if I am out of sight.
So Selfish It's Funny
Someday they'll write a book about you. Because you're so selfish, it's funny. So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde of you, you, you. So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde of you, you, you.
Sing Me To Sleep
Something keeps me awake. Something outside is stirring. Through the dark and over the grass. The rabbits and snakes are concurring. . They sing in the soil and bones rattle loud.
Power Will Be Fought
i rip the label off my forehead,. the one that you conveniently placed,. to keep me under your thought control,. this time the enemy will be faced,. there's no way this injustice will go unnoticed,.
Pachyephalosarus
Good God, where does it end?. You have been waiting in line. To have a phone chord or a cable fed right down your throat. Don't struggle or it will bend and be a waste of time.
Pachycephalosaurus
Good God, where does it end? You have been waiting in line. To have a phone chord or a cable fed right down your throat. Dont struggle or it will bend and be a waste of time.
Unspoken Words
Unspoken words are on my mind. Searching my head for that answer, I can't find. Do I mean anything to you?. Dying inside, knowing that we are through.
Oh! Emetophobia!
Dance with me, baby, let me hear your voice. If I didnt wanna fall for you I'd never had a choice. Smear the makeup on my face and run your fingers through my hair.
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