...It’s people that keep telling me that
They don’t care where I stand
When I blow my fucking head off
And fall to the ground.
As long as it’s not on their carpet
And as long as they're not around.
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The FoolThere's a man in the bar passing out coins, he told me to enjoy the world, enjoy the word.The Fool
I thought for a moment if I was as lucky as him, as free as him. As sick as him? If only for a moment or a child's whim. Could I enjoy life for once without living in sin?
And the meetings where we sit every Thursday at 8. The local bars open, but we come here to stay late?
It's my turn for show and tell, but all I do is drink, so I drew a bath of your forgotten tears to watch our reflection sink.
No one understood the boy th
by ~PreachIntolerance
Daddy's Atticsome hearts are meant to be broken some lies are meant to be spoken the lies we tell to crying children daddy's comin' home tonightDaddy's Attic
the bleakest hour she knew she'd spend it with you dress up once again in the attic where she kissed you a believable fairytale more are in the bible that she clutches so tight to warm the treasure inside her
wonder where the wonder went to ponder what the father meant when things got awefully tired he said fuck it
if perfection is the perfect gift i'll give her what I think she missed
by ~PreachIntolerance
Forgiveness For The WeekSit there in a solomn chamber of guilty recollection, obsession, and strangers. A family of lies and a lie to the family that defined a new form of reckless profanity. The letters you fed on to hide your insecurity, failure, impurity... but the scribe calls it humanity. The records you put on when you feel all alone... Do you really think they know you? Do you really think they care? The creeping feeling that nothing is working. Nothing can fill the space in your bed, That place in your head Where the ravens don't dare. Wrap up the bodies in a fur rug, &Forgiveness For The Week
by ~PreachIntolerance
Cynical RomanticismDo you really want to find someone From the smell that waited to come For months of rotted, sickly flesh Strewn about in things undressed.Cynical Romanticism
A lover’s message to the world, A Romantic chord struck one last time. It says I’ll never be reborn, To live for scorn, To live behind.
The words are callous, I’m the first to admit. But honestly, why should I give a shit What the fucking critics think? They’re part of me and therefore weak.
To be blind and walk a life Without the cares most men have Is a privilege I’m not so proud to accept
by ~PreachIntolerance
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- Favourite movie: American Beauty, American Psycho, Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Harold and Maude, Team America...
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